Famous Quotes Ipsum

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until i set him free. curiosity is braver than rage. exploration is a nobler calling than combat. the unknown beckons to us, singing its siren song and making our hearts pound with fear and desire. i don't want my hair cut! i don't want my eyebrows up or down. i want them right where they are! i'm leaving now, and if anyone so much as makes a move to stop me, there'll be plenty of hair cut and it won't be mine! power consists.... in deciding which stories will be told. an illiterate underbred book . . . the book of a self-taught working man . . . egotistic, insistent, raw, striking, and ultimately nauseating. i may know the word but not say it / i may know the truth but not face it / i may hear a sound, a whisper sacred and profound / but turn my head, indifferent 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. why is compassion not part of our established curriculum, an inherent part of our education? compassion, awe, wonder, curiosity, exaltation, humility - these are the very foundations of any real civilization, no longer the prerogatives, the preserves of any one church, but belonging to everyone, every child in every home, every school. ordinary people believe only in the possible. extraordinary people visualize not what is possible or probable, but rather what is impossible. and by visualizing the impossible, they begin to see it as possible..

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. my first thought about art, as a child, was that the artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and that he does it without destroying something else, a kind of refutation of the conservation of matter. that still seems to me its central magic, its core of joy. it's important to have a voice; it's more important to use it. 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. 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 act of writing is the act of discovering what you believe. all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. if the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another. 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. sex. in america it's an obsession; in other parts of the world, a fact. i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul. it's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy. a man can no more diminish god's glory by refusing to worship him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time. pooh looked at his two paws. he knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which of them was the right, then the other was the left, but he never could remember how to begin. sure, the world is full of trouble. but as long as we have people undoing trouble, we have a pretty good world. the realization that he was utterly powerless was like the blow of a sledgehammer, yet it was curiously as well. no one was forcing him into a decision. be still and know that i am god. the happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions. 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. start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. all things are possible until they are proved impossible - and even the impossible, may only be so as of now. he who has a 'why' to live can bear almost any 'how'. 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. walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heart break. trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. the entertainment business. what voyeurs we all have become. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. 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. i think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still..

If the path is beautiful, let us not ask where it leads. 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. words do not express thoughts very well. they always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish. the opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth. you must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. a warm smile is the universal language of kindness. by all accounts, sex is a personally encoded communique, continually reinvented. 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. a man can no more diminish god's glory by refusing to worship him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. the whole business is built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it's total crap to pretend it's not. we are governed not by armies and police but by ideas. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. one of the earliest lessons i learned as a child was that if you looked away from something, it might not be there when you looked back. walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heart break. trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. the entertainment business. what voyeurs we all have become. my piano is a universe. those eighty-eight keys arrange the seven planets in musical scales, an aural cosmos. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. where there is great love there are always great miracles. art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless....