Famous Quotes Ipsum

The individual is born of nature, but the artist is born of that individual, yearning to transcend the merely "natural" and to make complete that which, existentially, is forever incomplete, unrealized. our collective will to resist what is unjust is like a fire that cannot be put out. the longer i live the more i become convinced that the only thing that matters in literature is the writer is first of all an enchanter. 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. the opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth. it was only the first of many occasions during those months that seemed to take place out of time, or in a historical moment i had yet to identify. 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.' the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. sex. in america it's an obsession; in other parts of the world, a fact. i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul. there is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear. doing. what you'll discover will be wonderful. what you'll discover will be yourself. there must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but i don't know many of them. whenever i'm sad i'm going to die, or so nervous i can't sleep, or in love with somebody i won't be seeing for a week, i slump down just so far and then i say: 'i'll go take a hot bath.' millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. the choice may have been mistaken - the choosing was not. under every deep, a lower deep opens. the happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions. perfection is achieved not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. as we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties, the inmost strength of the heart is developed. loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight. there i am in younger days, stargazing / painting picture perfect maps / of how my life and love would be / not counting the unmarked paths / of misdirection / my compass, faith in love's perfection / i missed ten million miles of road / i should have seen tereza knew what happens during the moment love is born: the woman cannot resist the voice calling forth her terrified soul; the man cannot resist the woman whose soul thus responds to his voice..

Nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. 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. power consists.... in deciding which stories will be told. perhaps you too have met in the cause of your life women of that sort, who are self-luminous and shine in the dark, who are phosphorescent, like touchwood. you must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. hollywood is a place where they'll pay you 50,000 dollars for a kiss and 50 cents for your soul. 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. fortune does not change men, it unmasks them. the primary and most beautiful of nature's qualities is motion. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. i have the sense to recognize / that i don't know how to let you go seize the day. make your lives extraordinary. there i am in younger days, stargazing / painting picture perfect maps / of how my life and love would be / not counting the unmarked paths / of misdirection / my compass, faith in love's perfection / i missed ten million miles of road / i should have seen.

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. not being beautiful was the true blessing.... not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. the pretty girl has a handicap to overcome. poets . . . create from the very depths of the collective unconscious, voicing aloud what others only dream. 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. early in the novel that tereza clutched under her arm when she went to visit tomas, anna meets vronsky in curious circumstances: they are at the railway station when someone is run over by a train. at the end of the novel, anna throws herself under a train. this symmetrical composition - the same motif appears at the beginning and at the end - may seem quite 'novelistic' to you, and i am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refrain from reading such notions as 'fictive', 'fabricated', and 'untrue to life' into the word 'novelistic'. because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion. millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. 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. and so i choose to go with you / as if the choice were mine to make as to the way i've spent my money, i think it has done credit to my emotions, and i don't regret it. on occasion, i have calculated things to a very fine point, but you may well cease hoping that i will ever be practical in the accepted sense. i would sooner die. it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. footfalls echo in the memory / down the passage we did not take / towards the door we never opened / into the rose garden a wizard is never late. nor is he early. he arrives precisely when he means to. to love another person is to see the face of god. it is beautiful that our lives coincided for so long. 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..