Famous Quotes Ipsum

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. power consists.... in deciding which stories will be told. all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. words mean more than what is set down on paper - it takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning. truth is in the eye of the beholder. in our struggle for freedom, truth is the only weapon we possess. drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. can i follow you home and listen to you think? music has been in my heart all the time, and poetry in my thoughts. have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause in a roomful of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're all alone in the whole house? each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful, if you listen carefully. her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. i have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws ere i'll weep. there is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear. doing. what you'll discover will be wonderful. what you'll discover will be yourself. the very greatest mystery is in unsheathed reality itself. ordinary people believe only in the possible. extraordinary people visualize not what is possible or probable, but rather what is impossible. and by visualizing the impossible, they begin to see it as possible. at the worst i accepted hollywood with the resignation of a ghost assigned to a haunted house. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. the universe is made of stories, not atoms. you'll remember me like a melody / yeah, i'll haunt the world inside you 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless... loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. seize the day. make your lives extraordinary. the unexamined life is not worth living..

Sex. in america it's an obsession; in other parts of the world, a fact. 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. when you get into a tight place and it seems you can't go on, hold on, for that's just the place and the time that the tide will turn. what i couldn't say was that the real reason was so much deeper and harder and that we spend our lives deceiving ourselves of these real reasons, perhaps because when they are clear they are too painful. i say to mankind, be not curious about god. for i, who am curious about each, am not curious about god - i hear and behold god in every object, yet understand god not in the least. beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. the least we can do is try to be there..

I would rather fix something more important than my hair. it's important to have a voice; it's more important to use it. freedom lies in being bold. for as long as i can remember, i had been transparent to myself, unselfconscious, learning, doing, most of every day. now i was in my own way; i myself was a dark object i could not ignore. i couldn't remember how to forget myself. i didn't want to think about myself, to reckon myself in, to deal with myself every livelong minute on top of everything else - but swerve as i might, i couldn't avoid it. i was a boulder blocking my own path. i was a dog barking between my own ears, a barking dog who wouldn't hush. so this was adolescence..... 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! all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. call it fate, call it luck, call it karma. i believe everything happens for a reason. it's awfully hard to be b-b-brave when you are only a very small animal. doing. what you'll discover will be wonderful. what you'll discover will be yourself. never during its pilgrimage is the spirit of man completely adrift and alone. from start to finish its nucleus is the atman - the self - luminous abiding point, boundless as the sky, indivisible, absolute, the only reality. for tomorrow may rain, so i'll follow the sun. enough! or too much. janis joplin taught me about passion. great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. all humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual. the sun is always shining. even though clouds may come along and obscure the sun for awhile, the sun is always shining. the sun never stops shining. and even though the earth turns, and the sun appears to go down, it never stops shining. start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. all things are possible until they are proved impossible - and even the impossible, may only be so as of now. how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons. in a cruel and imperfect world, she was living proof that god could still create perfection. it's still snowing. and freezing. however, we haven't had an earthquake lately. no pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land or opened a new doorway for the human spirit. the primary and most beautiful of nature's qualities is motion. where there is great love there are always great miracles. ...love is not love / which alters when it alteration finds, / or bends with the remover to remove: / o no! it is an ever-fixed mark / that looks on tempests and is never shaken... are there not chapters in everybody's life that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of history?.