Famous Quotes Ipsum

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature...life is either a daring adventure or nothing. 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. if the path is beautiful, let us not ask where it leads. do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words? if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. truth indeed rather alleviates than hurts, and will always bear up against falsehood, as oil does above water. drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons. the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. 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. if we could stay that way forever; if we could stay filled to the brim and floating toward the darkness, never suffocating or dying - . goodbyes always make my throat hurt . . . i need more hellos. loneliness is the first thing which god's eye named, not good. to look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is. at last to know it, to love it, for what it is, and then, to put it away. leonard, always the years between us, always the years, always the love, always the hours.....

The engine that gives its mysterious inner life to a work of art must be the subterranean expression of a wish, working its way to the surface of a narrative. advice is what we ask for when we know the answer but wish we didn't. it's strange that words are so inadequate. yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. what is unnamed, undepicted in images, whatever is omitted from the biography, censored in collections of letters, whatever is misnamed as something else, made difficult to come by, whatever is buried in the memory by the collapse of meaning under an inadequate or lying language - this will become not merely unspoken but unspeakable.... all silence has a meaning. tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. compassion can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind. there is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear. 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. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. janis joplin taught me about passion. how pleased can one sun setting make you if you humble yourself to it? how grateful can you really say that you are just to be here and live through it? music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to men is felt to be so divine. it brings us nearer to the infinite. i am young. i am younger each year at the first snow. when i see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then i am in love again and very young and i believe everything. christ is in the manger and santa in heaven. it is possible to live twenty-four hours a day in a state of love. every movement, every glance, every thought, and every word can be infused with love. doubt thou the stars are fine / doubt that the sun doth move / doubt truth be a liar / but never doubt i love..

Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. every child is an artist. the challenge is to remain an artist once he grows up. the ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. 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. though she be but little, she is fierce. never joke about a woman's hair, clothes or menstrual cycle. page one. 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. when i dare to be powerful / to use my strength / in the service of my vision / then it becomes / less and less important / whether i am afraid. i often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? suppose we could use one life, already ended, as sort of a rough draft for another? i think that every one of us would try, more than anything else, not to repeat himself, at the very least he would rearrange his manner of life, he would make sure of rooms like these, with flowers and light... i pray because i can't help myself. i pray because i'm helpless. i pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. it doesn't change god, it changes me. it's really a wonder that i haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. yet i keep them, because in spite of everything i still believe that people are really good at heart. i simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection..