Famous Quotes Ipsum

Youth is wasted on the young. the only thing worth saying is what you really feel. peace begins with a smile. you're never fully dressed without a smile. it takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. i pray because i can't help myself. i pray because i'm helpless. i pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. it doesn't change god, it changes me. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering. 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. 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..

Do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. we turn, not older with years, but newer every day. 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. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. 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. poetry does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. to talk to each other is but a more animated and audible thinking. the people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them. sleeping is curiously addictive. you are part of the world, but not in it, and somehow that just seems right. it seems enough. 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. never during its pilgrimage is the spirit of man completely adrift and alone. from start to finish its nucleus is the atman - the self - luminous abiding point, boundless as the sky, indivisible, absolute, the only reality. but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? 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. they took all the trees / and put them in a tree museum / and they charged all the people / a dollar and a half just to see 'em / don't it always seem to go / that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone / they paved paradise / and put up a parking lot ...love is not love / which alters when it alteration finds, / or bends with the remover to remove: / o no! it is an ever-fixed mark / that looks on tempests and is never shaken... are there not chapters in everybody's life that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of history? 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..

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. the change of life comes when you meet yourself at a crossroads and you decide whether to be honest or not before you die. 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. we don't say everything that we could / so that we can say later / "oh, you misunderstood" bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. adversity is like a strong wind. i don't mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. it also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be. no man's life is ordinary to himself..