Famous Quotes Ipsum

Though she be but little, she is fierce. the truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. 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. 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. 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. nothing is really so very frightening when everything is so very dangerous. the cure for everything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? i'll pretend this is real / 'cause this is what i like best 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. i preach there are all kinds of truths, your truth and somebody else's. but behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth. 'the horror of that moment,' the king went on,' i shall never, never forget!'<p>.

Every child is an artist. the challenge is to remain an artist once he grows up. every now and then go away, even briefly, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer; since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power. 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. 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. nothing is really so very frightening when everything is so very dangerous. when i have a terrible need of - shall i say the word? - religion, then i go out and paint the stars. we are governed not by armies and police but by ideas. we shall not cease from exploration - and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started - and know the place for the first time. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering..

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. if the person you're talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. it may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear. once you are real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. the writer should never be ashamed of staring. there is nothing that does not require his attention. the change of life comes when you meet yourself at a crossroads and you decide whether to be honest or not before you die. it takes two to speak truth - one to speak and another to hear. the search for truth is more precious than its possession. every now and then go away, even briefly, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer; since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power. peace begins with a smile. sex. in america it's an obsession; in other parts of the world, a fact. a new position of responsibility will usually show a man to be a far stronger creature than was supposed. no man really becomes a fool until he stops asking questions. there has never been an answer. there never will be an answer. that's the answer. our day-to-day life is bombarded with fortuities, or, to be more precise, with the accidental meetings of people and events we call coincidence. 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. the soul is an emanation of the divinity, a part of the soul of the world, a ray from the source of light. it comes from without into the human body, as into a temporary abode, it goes out of it anew; it wanders in ethereal regions, it returns to visit.... it passes into other habitations, for the soul is immortal. 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. for tomorrow may rain, so i'll follow the sun. religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. these things seem small and indistinguishable, like far-off mountains turned into clouds. 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. it is possible to live twenty-four hours a day in a state of love. every movement, every glance, every thought, and every word can be infused with love. 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 live my life in widening rings..