Famous Quotes Ipsum

The individual is born of nature, but the artist is born of that individual, yearning to transcend the merely "natural" and to make complete that which, existentially, is forever incomplete, unrealized. 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. and may these characters remain / when all is ruin once again words do not express thoughts very well. they always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish. do you understand, / child, how the moon, the tide / is in our own image? weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself. the heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night. 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. why? wherefore? inasmuch as which? 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. be brave enough to live life creatively. the creative is the place where no one else has ever been. you have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. you can't get there by bus, only by hard work and risk and by not quite knowing what you're we say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. it never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance. 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. never judge a book by its movie. we don't see things as they are - we see them as we are. i wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. every hour i am more and more concentrated in you; every thing else tastes like chaff in my mouth. art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless... there i am in younger days, stargazing / painting picture perfect maps / of how my life and love would be / not counting the unmarked paths / of misdirection / my compass, faith in love's perfection / i missed ten million miles of road / i should have seen i must pack my short life full of interesting events and creative activity. philosophy and aesthetic contemplation are not enough. i intend to do everything possible to broaden my experiences and allow myself to reach the fullest development. thoreau once said most men lead lives of quiet desperation... don't be resigned to that. live life!.

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. the artist's life is in his work, and this is the place to observe him. every child is an artist. the challenge is to remain an artist once he grows up. i would rather fix something more important than my hair. it's kind of fun to do the impossible. curiosity is braver than rage. exploration is a nobler calling than combat. the unknown beckons to us, singing its siren song and making our hearts pound with fear and desire. think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. the moment of change is the only poem. hell has no fury like women's fury. a single sun shines here and in the land where i was born, though we call it by different names. in the realm of idea, the great principles behind the forms that we see are the same. a day is a miniature eternity. 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? people living deeply have no fear of death. 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. i liked how sterile my room was, cleansed of all the emotions that have ever been felt there, all the fights and lovemaking and plain rest of weary travelers wiped clean, leaving no mark on the perfectly made bed. the realization that he was utterly powerless was like the blow of a sledgehammer, yet it was curiously as well. no one was forcing him into a decision. two paths diverged in a wood, and i - i took the one less traveled by. and that has made all the difference. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. janis joplin taught me about passion. all humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual. finish each day and be done with it. you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. 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. the only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible i don't think there is anything good about fame. 'tables in restaurants.' people say that but, then again, why don't you just call the day before? or go eat somewhere else? there is something very wonderful in music. words are wonderful enough; but music is even more wonderful. it speaks not to our thoughts as words do; it speaks straight to our hearts and spirits, to the very core and root of our souls. music soothes us, stirs us up; it puts noble feelings in us; it melts us to tears; we know not how - it is a language by itself, just as perfect, in its way, as speech, as words. my piano is a universe. those eighty-eight keys arrange the seven planets in musical scales, an aural cosmos. you'll remember me like a melody / yeah, i'll haunt the world inside you 'the horror of that moment,' the king went on,' i shall never, never forget!'<p> what is life? it is the flash of a firefly in the night. it is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. it is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset..

Never trust the artist. trust the tale. don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. not being beautiful was the true blessing.... not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. the pretty girl has a handicap to overcome. 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. the search for truth is more precious than its possession. 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. with our thoughts, we make the world. to laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and ignore the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or redeemed by social condition; or to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. this is to have succeeded. the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. these qualities are rare enough in a world where sexual performance has become as obligatory as sexual abstinence - or the pretension to it - once was. the worst by-product of the so-called sexual revolution is the substitution of performance for passion. question with boldness even the existence of a god; because, if there is one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blind-folded fear. a man can no more diminish god's glory by refusing to worship him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time. my religion is very simple. my religion is kindness. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? can't say fairer than that. you're all i notice in a crowded room. art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless....