Famous Quotes Ipsum

In the artist's own experience, of course, art is fundamentally indefinable, unsayable; there is something sacred about its demands upon the soul, something inherently mysterious in the forms it takes, no less than its contents. tolerating blind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion ultimately takes our lives. everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience. 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 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. why? wherefore? inasmuch as which? when you get into a tight place and it seems you can't go on, hold on, for that's just the place and the time that the tide will turn. oh help! i'd better go back. oh bother! i shall have to go on. i can't do either! oh help and bother! i discovered i scream the same way whether i'm about to be devoured by a great white or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot. never judge a book by its movie. we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. he who has a 'why' to live can bear almost any 'how'. no pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land or opened a new doorway for the human spirit. 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. loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. what is life? it is the flash of a firefly in the night. it is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. it is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset..

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until i set him free. always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or your predecessors. try to be better than yourself. now, what was tiring had disappeared and only the beauty remained. words mean more than what is set down on paper - it takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning. metaphors are not to be trifled with. a single metaphor can give birth to love. he had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the other, just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear. in our struggle for freedom, truth is the only weapon we possess. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. the heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night. 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. millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. never judge a book by its movie. most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering. 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. the street corner where always, for years, in passing you felt, unexplained, a pang of despair, like nausea, till one night, late, late, on that spot you were struck, struck still, and again felt how her head had thrust to your shoulder. 'the horror of that moment,' the king went on,' i shall never, never forget!'<p> '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 glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all. it occurred to him that, for the first time since his birth, life had said yes to archie jones. not simply an 'ok' or 'you-might-as-well-carry-on-since-you've-started', but a resounding affirmative. for man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, perfectly alive..

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..... the change of life comes when you meet yourself at a crossroads and you decide whether to be honest or not before you die. my understanding of truth can change from day to day, and my commitment must be to truth rather than to consistency. it is not the answer that enlightens, but the question. we don't say everything that we could / so that we can say later / "oh, you misunderstood" live simply, but be complicated..