Famous Quotes Ipsum

It's important to have a voice; it's more important to use it. and may these characters remain / when all is ruin once again 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. for tomorrow may rain, so i'll follow the sun. for what is it to die / listening four or five times a day to newscasters and commentators, reading the morning papers and all the weeklies and monthlies - nowadays this is described as 'taking an interest in politics'. st. john of the cross would have called it indulgence in idle curiosity and the cultivation of disquietude for disquietude's sake. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. what is to give light must endure burning. life is a struggle, but there's hope and beauty in the world. even though a lot of our songs are dark, there's oftentimes the strain of 'but we're powerful as individuals and we're loved and we're good and the things we struggle with are the things that teach us the most and help us to grow.' in the end, that's what matters. the human soul is very much older than the human mind. there are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle. the other is as though everything is a miracle..

Imagining something is better than remembering something. nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. youth is wasted on the young. the way i see it, the men that i'm with, whoever they are, it's like look, you have to accept that i like ice cream, and i know it shows up on my hips but if you can't accept that, then leave. go away. toodles. it is non-negotiable. 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. the writer should never be ashamed of staring. there is nothing that does not require his attention. poets . . . create from the very depths of the collective unconscious, voicing aloud what others only dream. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. 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. any job a man can do to make his way in the world is a decent job as long as he works hard and does his best. god didn't put sweat on a man's body for no reason. he put it there so he could work hard, cleanse himself and feel proud. hard workin' folks only smell bad to some folks who have nothing better to do but stick their noses in the air. in languages that form the word 'compassion' not from the root 'suffering' but from the root 'feeling', the word is used in approximately the same way, but to contend that it designates a bad or inferior sentiment is difficult. the secret strength of its etymology floods the word with another light and gives it a broader meaning: to have compassion (co-feeling) means not only to be able to live with others' misfortune but also able to feel with him any emotion - joy, anxiety, happiness, pain. this kind of compassion therefore signifies the maximal capacity of affective imaginations, the art of emotional telepathy. in the hierarchy of sentiments, then, it is supreme. what is a hero? primarily one who has conquered his fears. the body of b. franklin, / printer, / like the cover of an old book, / its contents torn out / and / stripped of its lettering and gilding, / lies here / food for worms, / but the work shall not be lost, / for it will, as he believed / appear once more / in a new and more elegant edition / revised and corrected / by the author. from my rotting body, flowers shall grow and i am in them and that is eternity. for tomorrow may rain, so i'll follow the sun. two paths diverged in a wood, and i - i took the one less traveled by. and that has made all the difference. religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness. a pain stabbed my heart as it did every time i saw a girl i loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world. life is a struggle, but there's hope and beauty in the world. even though a lot of our songs are dark, there's oftentimes the strain of 'but we're powerful as individuals and we're loved and we're good and the things we struggle with are the things that teach us the most and help us to grow.' in the end, that's what matters. life moves pretty fast. if you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it. the human soul is very much older than the human mind..

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. 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. 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..... love is a great beautifier. i could lay here and read all night. i am not able to fall asleep without reading. you have that time when your brain has nothing constructive to do so it rambles. i fool my brain out of that by making it read until it shuts off. i just think it's best to do something right up until you fall asleep. when power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. when power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. when power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgement. i have not lived as a woman. i've lived as a man. i've just done what i damn well wanted to and i've made enough money to support myself and i ain't afraid of being alone. never joke about a woman's hair, clothes or menstrual cycle. page one. the feeling of sunday is the same everywhere: heavy, melancholy, standing still. like when they say, 'as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be; world without end.' either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you. a warm smile is the universal language of kindness. she thought now of the pink anemones waving in that water. like herself, when he'd first spied on her with her sensitive, fleshy tentacles of thought waving all around her, until he'd touched and made her draw up quickly into a stony fist. but he knew just how to touch her, speak to her, breathe on her, to draw her out again. physical pleasure was such a convincing illusion, and sex, the ultimate charade of safety. is it oblivion or absorption when things pass from our minds? there has never been an answer. there never will be an answer. that's the answer. i've learned that fate only takes you so far. after that, it's up to you to make it happen. doing. what you'll discover will be wonderful. what you'll discover will be yourself. the cure for everything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. the form of government most suitable to the artist is no government at all. you'll remember me like a melody / yeah, i'll haunt the world inside you hope is a dangerous thing. drive a man insane..