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Hope has two beautiful daughters: their names are anger and courage. anger that things are the way they are. courage to make them the way they should be. i always give myself such very good advice, but i very seldom follow it. 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. anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. sometimes i feel like i'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst, and then i remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it and it flows through me like rain and i can feel nothing but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid, little life. you have no idea what i'm talking about, i'm sure, but don't worry. you will someday. if the path is beautiful, let us not ask where it leads. 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. the search for truth is more precious than its possession. truth indeed rather alleviates than hurts, and will always bear up against falsehood, as oil does above water. weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. you're never fully dressed without a smile. 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. a new position of responsibility will usually show a man to be a far stronger creature than was supposed. it's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy. too often we get scared. scared of what we might not be able to do. scared of what people might think if we tried. we let fears stand in the way of our hopes. we say no when we want to say yes. we sit quietly when we want to scream. and we shout with the others when we should keep our mouths shut. why? after all, we do only go around once. there's really no time to be afraid. just do it. 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. 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. religion is a daughter of hope and fear, explaining to ignorance the nature of the unknowable. the trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat. finish each day and be done with it. you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. how pleased can one sun setting make you if you humble yourself to it? how grateful can you really say that you are just to be here and live through it? a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. you can't help respecting anybody who can spell tuesday, even if he doesn't spell it right. the universe is made of stories, not atoms. out yonder there is this huge world... which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle. maybe that's not exactly how it happened. but that's the way it should have happened. and that's the way i like to remember it. i think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. years ago i discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. i glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all. i'm at peace with the world. i'm completely serene. i've discovered my purpose in life. i know why i was put here and why everything exists... i am here so everybody can do what i want. once everybody accepts it, they'll be serene too..

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. writers aren't people exactly. or, if they're any good, they're a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. it's like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. who lean backward trying--only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers. hell has no fury like women's fury. 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. the fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. all religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. all these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom. the happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions. start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. 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. maybe that's not exactly how it happened. but that's the way it should have happened. and that's the way i like to remember it. a memory without a blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure, an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment some things are true whether you believe them or not. 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. are there not chapters in everybody's life that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of history? to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. i'm at peace with the world. i'm completely serene. i've discovered my purpose in life. i know why i was put here and why everything exists... i am here so everybody can do what i want. once everybody accepts it, they'll be serene too. neurosis is the way of avoiding non-being by avoiding being..

Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. the stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. hope has two beautiful daughters: their names are anger and courage. anger that things are the way they are. courage to make them the way they should be. writers tend to devour people, themselves included. the one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. mostly, we authors must repeat ourselves--that's the truth. we have two or three great moving experiences in our lives--experiences so great and moving that it doesn't seem at the time that anyone else has been so caught up and pounded and dazzled and astonished and beaten and broken and rescued and illuminated and rewarded and humbled in just that way ever before. we are wise, wise women. we are giggling girls. the change of life comes when you meet yourself at a crossroads and you decide whether to be honest or not before you die. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. compassion can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind. the fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. i say to mankind, be not curious about god. for i, who am curious about each, am not curious about god - i hear and behold god in every object, yet understand god not in the least. 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 is not good for all our wishes to be fulfilled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest. as we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties, the inmost strength of the heart is developed. 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. the officials thought it was a cruel joke to leave us stranded in the desert with no way to get home. what they didn't realize was that we were home, soul-centered and strong, women who recognized the sweet smell of sage as fuel for our spirits. doubt thou the stars are fine / doubt that the sun doth move / doubt truth be a liar / but never doubt i love..