Famous Quotes Ipsum

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. 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. smile at each other, smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other -- it doesn't matter who it is -- and that will help you to grow up in greater love for each other. 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. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. there are two kinds of people: those who say to god, "thy will be done," and those to whom god says, "all right, then, have it your way." start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. perfection is achieved not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. 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..

Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. it took me too long to realize / that i don't take good pictures / 'cause i have the kind of beauty / that moves writers tend to devour people, themselves included. the one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. 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 in our struggle for freedom, truth is the only weapon we possess. 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. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? one thing i've learned all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that. besides, i didn't have anything to fear anymore. maybe all post-suicidals feel that way. it's really great - it gives you a real sense of, not bravery exactly, and not recklessness, quite, but something in between the two. if i'd survived my own best attempts at dying, it probably just wasn't in the cards for me to perish young. it is wrong, then, to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences (like the meeting of anna, vronsky, the railway station and death, or the meeting of beethoven, tomas, tereza, and the cognac), but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. for he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty. feel the fear and do it anyway. 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. i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. we can't all, and some of us don't. that's all there is to it. moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. i know that a life without love is no life at all. i think the loneliest thing is to be alone with another person. i'd rather be by myself than with someone who has no idea who i am. the person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. his heart withers if it does not answer another heart. his mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration..

It's kind of fun to do the impossible. tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. the change of life comes when you meet yourself at a crossroads and you decide whether to be honest or not before you die. can i follow you home and listen to you think? the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? 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. loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight. i wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. every hour i am more and more concentrated in you; every thing else tastes like chaff in my mouth. i must pack my short life full of interesting events and creative activity. philosophy and aesthetic contemplation are not enough. i intend to do everything possible to broaden my experiences and allow myself to reach the fullest development..