Famous Quotes Ipsum

Youth is wasted on the young. love is a great beautifier. it took me too long to realize / that i don't take good pictures / 'cause i have the kind of beauty / that moves be still and know that i am god. start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. if i had a formula for bypassing trouble, i wouldn't pass it around. wouldn't be doing anybody a favor. trouble creates a capacity to handle it. i don't say embrace trouble. that's as bad as treating it as an enemy. but i do say, meet it as a friend, for you'll see a lot of it and had better be on speaking terms with it. we are each of us angels with only one wing. and we can only fly embracing each other. to look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is. at last to know it, to love it, for what it is, and then, to put it away. leonard, always the years between us, always the years, always the love, always the hours.....

Do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. 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! anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. so much of what i see reminds me of something i read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? and may these characters remain / when all is ruin once again all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. do you understand, / child, how the moon, the tide / is in our own image? the search for truth is more precious than its possession. the obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply. feel the fear and do it anyway. what is a hero? primarily one who has conquered his fears. i liked how sterile my room was, cleansed of all the emotions that have ever been felt there, all the fights and lovemaking and plain rest of weary travelers wiped clean, leaving no mark on the perfectly made bed. true religion is real living; living with all one's soul, with all one's goodness and righteousness. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. can't say fairer than that. i'll pretend this is real / 'cause this is what i like best how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? fortune does not change men, it unmasks them. it's still snowing. and freezing. however, we haven't had an earthquake lately. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. 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. he felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not now where he ended and she began. you're all i notice in a crowded room. 'so i ran like the wind to the water "please don't leave me again" i cried. and i threw bitter tears at the ocean and all that came back was the tide..

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until i set him free. nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. our collective will to resist what is unjust is like a fire that cannot be put out. a ship in a harbor is safe - but that is not what ships were made for. one can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. youth is wasted on the young. for as long as i can remember, i had been transparent to myself, unselfconscious, learning, doing, most of every day. now i was in my own way; i myself was a dark object i could not ignore. i couldn't remember how to forget myself. i didn't want to think about myself, to reckon myself in, to deal with myself every livelong minute on top of everything else - but swerve as i might, i couldn't avoid it. i was a boulder blocking my own path. i was a dog barking between my own ears, a barking dog who wouldn't hush. so this was adolescence..... 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. 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. in our struggle for freedom, truth is the only weapon we possess. 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. by all accounts, sex is a personally encoded communique, continually reinvented. if i can stop one heart from breaking, i will not live in vain. the whole difference between construction and creation is this; that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed, but a thing created is loved before it exists. i often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? suppose we could use one life, already ended, as sort of a rough draft for another? i think that every one of us would try, more than anything else, not to repeat himself, at the very least he would rearrange his manner of life, he would make sure of rooms like these, with flowers and light... for tomorrow may rain, so i'll follow the sun. my religion is very simple. my religion is kindness. i'll pretend this is real / 'cause this is what i like best i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. the sun is always shining. even though clouds may come along and obscure the sun for awhile, the sun is always shining. the sun never stops shining. and even though the earth turns, and the sun appears to go down, it never stops shining. there is something very wonderful in music. words are wonderful enough; but music is even more wonderful. it speaks not to our thoughts as words do; it speaks straight to our hearts and spirits, to the very core and root of our souls. music soothes us, stirs us up; it puts noble feelings in us; it melts us to tears; we know not how - it is a language by itself, just as perfect, in its way, as speech, as words. what is to give light must endure burning. some things are true whether you believe them or not. i think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. loneliness is the first thing which god's eye named, not good. seize the day. make your lives extraordinary. 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..