Famous Quotes Ipsum

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. imagining something is better than remembering something. it's important to have a voice; it's more important to use it. advice is what we ask for when we know the answer but wish we didn't. 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. my understanding of truth can change from day to day, and my commitment must be to truth rather than to consistency. 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. truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. 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.' if a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as michelangelo painted, or beethoven composed music, or shakespeare composed poetry. he should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. sleeping is curiously addictive. you are part of the world, but not in it, and somehow that just seems right. it seems enough. 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. destiny is not what is already made; destiny is what we are making. many people think that we are in the hands of destiny, driven in whatever direction life desires or wills, but really, we are the masters of our destiny, especially from the moment we realize this fact. man is responsible for his rise and fall. 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. 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. 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. as the last leaf falls it only symbolizes the end of the tree's cycle, not the end of the tree's life. so too, as we complete our life cycle, there is a new beginning as our souls journey onward. i look upon death to be as necessary to the constitution as sleep. we shall rise again refreshed in the morning. but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. 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? in a cruel and imperfect world, she was living proof that god could still create perfection. to love another person is to see the face of god. i took us for better and i took us for worse / don't you ever forget it / now the steel bars between me and a promise / suddenly bend with ease / the closer i'm bound in love to you / the closer i am to free 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. art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless... loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. it occurred to him that, for the first time since his birth, life had said yes to archie jones. not simply an 'ok' or 'you-might-as-well-carry-on-since-you've-started', but a resounding affirmative. hope is a dangerous thing. drive a man insane..

Imagining something is better than remembering something. the search for truth is more precious than its possession.. He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. they must be felt with the heart. think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. once you are real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. 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. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel 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. 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 hell has no fury like women's fury. sit down before fact like a little child, and be prepared to give up every preconceived notion, follow humbly wherever and to whatever abyss nature leads, or you shall learn nothing. wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. it is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it. 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 lay down on the parched ground and looked as hard as i could at the blue sky. i wanted to feel the sheerness of space, to somehow reach what was empty and quiet, to hold what was right beyond my grasp. 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. in our minds we can understand the highest god, but so long as we are in human bodies living in this rich and varied world, we need images that we can see and touch and love. and each one of them shows us a part of that supreme power, and all the parts together give us a glimpse of the whole. so the people who insist there is only one god are right, and so are those who honor the many, but they are right in different ways. we can't all, and some of us don't. that's all there is to it. all things are possible until they are proved impossible - and even the impossible, may only be so as of now. give me a museum and i'll fill it. so since i've been home, i've learned two important things: ethernet is a gift from god, and it just doesn't sound the same to listen to the indigo girls without two people singing along. you can't help respecting anybody who can spell tuesday, even if he doesn't spell it right. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. if we build a society based on honoring the earth, we build a society which is sustainable, and has the capacity to support all life forms. out yonder there is this huge world... which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle. i know that a life without love is no life at all. to live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never; to let the spiritual, unbidden, and unconscious grow up through the common. this is to be my symphony. horror is shock, a time of utter blindness. horror lacks every hint of beauty. all we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know..

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever. when christ said: "i was hungry and you fed me," he didn't mean only the hunger for bread and for food; he also meant the hunger to be loved. jesus himself experienced this loneliness. he came amongst his own and his own received him not, and it hurt him then and it has kept on hurting him. the same hunger, the same loneliness, the same having no one to be accepted by and to be loved and wanted by. every human being in that case resembles christ in his loneliness; and that is the hardest part, that's real hunger..