Famous Quotes Ipsum

I am woman, hear me roar! you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul. can't say fairer than that. as to the way i've spent my money, i think it has done credit to my emotions, and i don't regret it. on occasion, i have calculated things to a very fine point, but you may well cease hoping that i will ever be practical in the accepted sense. i would sooner die. the real voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes - but of having new eyes. everybody loves a hero / an image to create / the antithesis of everything / inside ourselves we hate / but you'd better close your eyes / when it's time for them to die / because you'd hate to think the life you'd built upon them was a lie.

Advice is what we ask for when we know the answer but wish we didn't. i am not quite sure how writing changes things, but i know that it does. it is indirect - like the trails of earthworms aerating the earth. it is not always deliberate - like the tails of glowing dust dragged by comets. but it does have an effect on the cosmos. before things are written down they don't exist in quite the same way. the act of fixing them in words gives them a kind of currency that can be traded. do you understand, / child, how the moon, the tide / is in our own image? truth is in the eye of the beholder. the feeling of sunday is the same everywhere: heavy, melancholy, standing still. like when they say, 'as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be; world without end.' but surely to tell these tall tales and others like them would be to speed the myth, the wicked lie, that the past is always tense and the future, perfect. and as archie knows, it's not like that. it's never been like that. a warm smile is the universal language of kindness. to find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter... to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of the simple life. if i can stop one heart from breaking, i will not live in vain. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. goodbyes always make my throat hurt . . . i need more hellos..

It's kind of fun to do the impossible. to read a writer, for me, is not merely to get an idea of what he says, but to go off with him and travel in his company. to talk to each other is but a more animated and audible thinking. enough! or too much..