Famous Quotes Ipsum

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. now, what was tiring had disappeared and only the beauty remained. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. 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. 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... the soul is an emanation of the divinity, a part of the soul of the world, a ray from the source of light. it comes from without into the human body, as into a temporary abode, it goes out of it anew; it wanders in ethereal regions, it returns to visit.... it passes into other habitations, for the soul is immortal. millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. 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. if you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want and all that is left is a compromise. 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? i love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. if we could stay that way forever; if we could stay filled to the brim and floating toward the darkness, never suffocating or dying - ..

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. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. i am woman, hear me roar! the change of life comes when you meet yourself at a crossroads and you decide whether to be honest or not before you die. weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. you must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. 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. it's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy. returning, i had to cross before the looking-glass; my fascinated glance involuntarily explored the depth it revealed. all looked colder and darker in that visionary hollow than in reality; and the strange little figure there gazing at me, with a white face and arms specking the gloom, and glittering eyes of fear moving where all else was still, had the effect of a real spirit: i thought it like one of the tiny phantoms, half fairy, half imp, bessie's evening stories represented as coming out of lone, ferny dells in moors, and appearing before the eyes of travelers. two paths diverged in a wood, and i - i took the one less traveled by. and that has made all the difference. religion is a daughter of hope and fear, explaining to ignorance the nature of the unknowable. the very greatest mystery is in unsheathed reality itself. a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. these things seem small and indistinguishable, like far-off mountains turned into clouds. what is to give light must endure burning. some things are true whether you believe them or not. to love another person is to see the face of god. you're all i notice in a crowded room. loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight. 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. it's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. now, you may get the 8-pak, or you may get the 16-pak, but it's all in what you do with the crayons--the colors-- that you're given. now don't worry about coloring inside the lines or outside the lines. i say, color outside the lines! color right off the page! i always thought of myself as a house. i was always what i lived in. it didn't need to be big. it didn't even need to be beautiful. it just needed to be mine. i became what i was meant to be. i built myself a life. i built myself a house..

Security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature...life is either a daring adventure or nothing. one can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. words do not express thoughts very well. they always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish. does a hero know she's a hero if no one tells her? do you know a hero no one else knows? a hero doesn't have to save a busload of school kids from certain disaster; or score the winning point in the big game. a hero can be anyone who inspires you, anyone you look up to ,anyone who cheers you on, makes you feel better than you were before - just as they made themselves better then they were before. do you know a hero? tell her. then tell everyone else. you're never fully dressed without a smile. smile at each other, smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other -- it doesn't matter who it is -- and that will help you to grow up in greater love for each other. be content with what you have, rejoice in the way things are. when you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you. when the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly nothing will go quite as you wish - it is then that you must not hesitate. i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time. oh help! i'd better go back. oh bother! i shall have to go on. i can't do either! oh help and bother! art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless... 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.