Famous Quotes Ipsum

Do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. power consists.... in deciding which stories will be told. there is a certain kind of kid who is so in love with words that she kisses the pictures of authors on the jackets of books. i was one. all i ever wanted was to be a writer. though this yearning now seems like aspiring to be a blacksmith in the age of the automobile, my childhood image of what a writer did bestowed superhuman powers on the profession. a writer sat privately at her desk and made public things happen. the power was godlike. the sense of accomplishment had to be the same. making words slant across the page was like making rain. flowers grew in ink. hurricanes and revolutions were stirred up by the sound of pen scratching paper. i have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws ere i'll weep. we don't say everything that we could / so that we can say later / "oh, you misunderstood" even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. 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? he who has a 'why' to live can bear almost any 'how'. you're all i notice in a crowded room. art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless... thoreau once said most men lead lives of quiet desperation... don't be resigned to that. live life!.

Thou shalt not be a victim. thou shalt not be a perpetrator. above all, thou shalt not be a bystander. never joke about a woman's hair, clothes or menstrual cycle. page one. it takes two to speak truth - one to speak and another to hear. you're never fully dressed without a smile. 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. 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.....

Change only takes place through action. a ship in a harbor is safe - but that is not what ships were made for. change is an easy panacea. it takes character to stay in one place and be happy there. youth is wasted on the young. the blood jet is poetry, there is no stopping it. my understanding of truth can change from day to day, and my commitment must be to truth rather than to consistency. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself. sleeping is curiously addictive. you are part of the world, but not in it, and somehow that just seems right. it seems enough. it's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. i don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. i wish i believed, as j. b. priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. perhaps that's why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! a "bad night" is not always a bad thing. question with boldness even the existence of a god; because, if there is one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blind-folded fear. creativity is the power to connect the seemingly unconnected. let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life. beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. the least we can do is try to be there. a wizard is never late. nor is he early. he arrives precisely when he means to. 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..