Famous Quotes Ipsum

Hope has two beautiful daughters: their names are anger and courage. anger that things are the way they are. courage to make them the way they should be. i have not lived as a woman. i've lived as a man. i've just done what i damn well wanted to and i've made enough money to support myself and i ain't afraid of being alone. truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. sex. in america it's an obsession; in other parts of the world, a fact. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? the only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible run for office? no. i've slept with too many women, i've done too many drugs, and i've been to too many parties. the earth laughs in flowers..

Nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. he who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. the moment of change is the only poem. there are some people who read too much: the bibliobibuli. i know some who are constantly drunk on books, as others are drunk on whiskey or religion. they wander through this most diverting and stimulating of worlds in a haze, seeing nothing and hearing nothing. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. it is not the answer that enlightens, but the question. it isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for the long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security. maybe that's what bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave. prayer is not an old woman's idle amusement. properly understood and applied, it is the most potent instrument of action. i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time. pooh looked at his two paws. he knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which of them was the right, then the other was the left, but he never could remember how to begin. run for office? no. i've slept with too many women, i've done too many drugs, and i've been to too many parties. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. the sky was that deep sunday blue going black, just on the cusp of color seeping into empty space. you'll remember me like a melody / yeah, i'll haunt the world inside you you know that place between sleep and awake? where you still remember dreaming? that's where i'll always think of you. a memory without a blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure, an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment your mind might make a connection that is useful. but true is another matter. true implies that you have found a connection that exists independent of your apprehension of it, that would exist whether you noticed it or not. and i must say that i have never seen such a connection in my life. there are times when i suspect that there are no such connections, that all links, bonds, ties, and similarities are creatures of thought and have no substance. i think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still..

In the artist's own experience, of course, art is fundamentally indefinable, unsayable; there is something sacred about its demands upon the soul, something inherently mysterious in the forms it takes, no less than its contents. action is eloquence. it's kind of fun to do the impossible. i always give myself such very good advice, but i very seldom follow it. youth is wasted on the young. the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. they must be felt with the heart. i don't want my hair cut! i don't want my eyebrows up or down. i want them right where they are! i'm leaving now, and if anyone so much as makes a move to stop me, there'll be plenty of hair cut and it won't be mine! in tereza's eyes, books were the emblems of a secret brotherhood. for she had but a single weapon against the world of crudity surrounding her: the books she took out of the municipal library, and above all, the novels. she had read any number of them, from fielding to thomas mann. they not only offered her the possibility of an imaginary escape from a life she found unsatisfying; they also had a meaning for her as physical objects: she loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. it had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. it differentiated her from the others. i could lay here and read all night. i am not able to fall asleep without reading. you have that time when your brain has nothing constructive to do so it rambles. i fool my brain out of that by making it read until it shuts off. i just think it's best to do something right up until you fall asleep. poets . . . create from the very depths of the collective unconscious, voicing aloud what others only dream. he had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the other, just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear. my understanding of truth can change from day to day, and my commitment must be to truth rather than to consistency. what do you experience with your first mouthful of hot fudge sundae? its not surprising that we carry it over to describe the intensity of love and sex. history is particularly important in throwing light on the source of our attitudes about sex because many of the assumptions we make are not necessarily scientific or rational but holdovers of past belief systems that are no longer held by modern society. a prudent question is one half of wisdom. they are composed like music. guided by his sense of beauty, and individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (beethoven's music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life. anna could have chosen another way to take her life. but the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress. when i have a terrible need of - shall i say the word? - religion, then i go out and paint the stars. under every deep, a lower deep opens. janis joplin taught me about passion. the happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions. the difference between the possible and the impossible lies in a person's determination. surely a king who loves pleasure is less dangerous than one who loves glory. the sky was that deep sunday blue going black, just on the cusp of color seeping into empty space. doubt thou the stars are fine / doubt that the sun doth move / doubt truth be a liar / but never doubt i love. goodbyes always make my throat hurt . . . i need more hellos. we are each of us angels with only one wing. and we can only fly embracing each other. to live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never; to let the spiritual, unbidden, and unconscious grow up through the common. this is to be my symphony. a life of self-indulgence, if led with a whole heart, may also bring a certain wisdom. horror is shock, a time of utter blindness. horror lacks every hint of beauty. all we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know. there are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle. the other is as though everything is a miracle..