Famous Quotes Ipsum

Hope has two beautiful daughters: their names are anger and courage. anger that things are the way they are. courage to make them the way they should be. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. perhaps you too have met in the cause of your life women of that sort, who are self-luminous and shine in the dark, who are phosphorescent, like touchwood. peace begins with a smile. the obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply. 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. 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. i shall not die of a cold. i shall die of having lived. i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. 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. these things seem small and indistinguishable, like far-off mountains turned into clouds. the primary and most beautiful of nature's qualities is motion. i know that a life without love is no life at all. i took us for better and i took us for worse / don't you ever forget it / now the steel bars between me and a promise / suddenly bend with ease / the closer i'm bound in love to you / the closer i am to free 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. all sanity is great madness, but the greatest madness of all is to live life the way it is, rather than as it should be. i must pack my short life full of interesting events and creative activity. philosophy and aesthetic contemplation are not enough. i intend to do everything possible to broaden my experiences and allow myself to reach the fullest development. hope is a dangerous thing. drive a man insane..

Never trust the artist. trust the tale. i saw the angel in the marble and carved until i set him free. a ship in a harbor is safe - but that is not what ships were made for. 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. there are some people who read too much: the bibliobibuli. i know some who are constantly drunk on books, as others are drunk on whiskey or religion. they wander through this most diverting and stimulating of worlds in a haze, seeing nothing and hearing nothing. talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience. 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. 'when i was a kid,' said irie softly, ringing the bell for their stop, 'i used to think they were little alibis. bus tickets. i mean, look: they've got the time. the date. the place. and if i was up in court, and i had to defend myself, and prove i wasn't where they said i was, doing what they said i did, when they said i did it, i'd pull out one of those.' have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause in a roomful of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're all alone in the whole house? each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful, if you listen carefully. her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. call it fate, call it luck, call it karma. i believe everything happens for a reason. 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. when i dare to be powerful / to use my strength / in the service of my vision / then it becomes / less and less important / whether i am afraid. as the last leaf falls it only symbolizes the end of the tree's cycle, not the end of the tree's life. so too, as we complete our life cycle, there is a new beginning as our souls journey onward. 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. the soul is an emanation of the divinity, a part of the soul of the world, a ray from the source of light. it comes from without into the human body, as into a temporary abode, it goes out of it anew; it wanders in ethereal regions, it returns to visit.... it passes into other habitations, for the soul is immortal. i shall not die of a cold. i shall die of having lived. the choice may have been mistaken - the choosing was not. there exists a passion for comprehension, just as there is a passion for music. that passion is rather common in children, but gets lost in most of us later on. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. i love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. 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. where there is great love there are always great miracles. doubt thou the stars are fine / doubt that the sun doth move / doubt truth be a liar / but never doubt i love. i live my life in widening rings. it's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. now, you may get the 8-pak, or you may get the 16-pak, but it's all in what you do with the crayons--the colors-- that you're given. now don't worry about coloring inside the lines or outside the lines. i say, color outside the lines! color right off the page!.

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. the writer should never be ashamed of staring. there is nothing that does not require his attention. 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. we all agree that your theory is crazy, but is it crazy enough? to find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter... to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of the simple life. do the thing you fear, and the death of fear is certain. if you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want and all that is left is a compromise. walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heart break. trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. the entertainment business. what voyeurs we all have become..