Famous Quotes Ipsum

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. 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. 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. action is eloquence. we turn, not older with years, but newer every day. everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. truth indeed rather alleviates than hurts, and will always bear up against falsehood, as oil does above water. 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. there has never been an answer. there never will be an answer. that's the answer. people living deeply have no fear of death. nothing is really so very frightening when everything is so very dangerous. under every deep, a lower deep opens. even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. these things seem small and indistinguishable, like far-off mountains turned into clouds. fortune does not change men, it unmasks them. art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless... there are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle. the other is as though everything is a miracle..

I am woman, hear me roar! a day is a miniature eternity. why? wherefore? inasmuch as which? even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.. We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee. 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 fact is, i was a trifle beside myself; or rather out of myself, as the french would say: i was conscious that at moment's mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties and, like any other rebel slave, i felt resolved, in my desperation, to go to all lengths..

Never trust the artist. trust the tale. i saw the angel in the marble and carved until i set him free. we must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee. does a hero know she's a hero if no one tells her? do you know a hero no one else knows? a hero doesn't have to save a busload of school kids from certain disaster; or score the winning point in the big game. a hero can be anyone who inspires you, anyone you look up to ,anyone who cheers you on, makes you feel better than you were before - just as they made themselves better then they were before. do you know a hero? tell her. then tell everyone else. sleeping is curiously addictive. you are part of the world, but not in it, and somehow that just seems right. it seems enough. 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. 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. there must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but i don't know many of them. whenever i'm sad i'm going to die, or so nervous i can't sleep, or in love with somebody i won't be seeing for a week, i slump down just so far and then i say: 'i'll go take a hot bath.' keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see the shadows. janis joplin taught me about passion. 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. 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? to live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never; to let the spiritual, unbidden, and unconscious grow up through the common. this is to be my symphony. neurosis is the way of avoiding non-being by avoiding being..