Famous Quotes Ipsum

Imagining something is better than remembering something. once you are real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. your daughter has a quick and witty tongue. he had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the other, just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear. she walks in beauty, like the night / of cloudless climes and starry skies; / and all that's best of dark and bright / meet in her aspect and her eyes: / thus mellow'd to that tender light / which heaven to gaudy day denies 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. the people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them. do the thing you fear, and the death of fear is certain. when the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly nothing will go quite as you wish - it is then that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. millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. i shall not die of a cold. i shall die of having lived. the difference between the possible and the impossible lies in a person's determination. fame lost its appeal for me when i went into a public restroom and an autograph seeker handed me a pen and paper under the stall door. 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. art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless... we grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves. it is curious how silly, trivial things, sometimes for no apparent reason, become significant. at first you laugh at these things, you think they are of no importance, you go on and you feel that you haven't got the strength to stop yourself... and so it seems to me that if i die, i shall take part in life one way or another..

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. art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. tolerating blind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion ultimately takes our lives. saturday found him for the first time strolling alone through zurich, breathing in the heady smell of his freedom. new adventures hid around each corner. the future was again a secret. i sincerely hope a new generation will stand up that says: let's develop our brains and not just our bodies. girls that will say to a christina aguilera: you think you're a strong woman because you show your red thong? get a grip and put on some clothes. 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 moment of change is the only poem. he had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the other, just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear. tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. you must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. and if tonight my soul may find her peace / in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, / and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower / then i have been dipped again in god, and new-created. a new position of responsibility will usually show a man to be a far stronger creature than was supposed. what is a hero? primarily one who has conquered his fears. creativity is the power to connect the seemingly unconnected. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. we shall not cease from exploration - and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started - and know the place for the first time. adversity is like a strong wind. i don't mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. it also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be. 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. i think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. doubt thou the stars are fine / doubt that the sun doth move / doubt truth be a liar / but never doubt i love. to conquer loneliness we shall each have to assume the sacred responsibility of becoming a complete person. and most of all, to define ourselves without always including someone else in the definition..

Art teaches nothing but the significance of life. advice is what we ask for when we know the answer but wish we didn't. it took me too long to realize / that i don't take good pictures / 'cause i have the kind of beauty / that moves the moment of change is the only poem. truth is in the eye of the beholder. it takes two to speak truth - one to speak and another to hear. 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. 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... religion is a daughter of hope and fear, explaining to ignorance the nature of the unknowable. 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. adversity is like a strong wind. i don't mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. it also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be..