Famous Quotes Ipsum

Now, what was tiring had disappeared and only the beauty remained. it took me too long to realize / that i don't take good pictures / 'cause i have the kind of beauty / that moves we do not write in order to be understood, we write in order to understand. lolita is famous, not i. i am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable last name. to talk to each other is but a more animated and audible thinking. truth is in the eye of the beholder. but i always think that the best way to know god is to love many things. fortune does not change men, it unmasks them. 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..

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. imagining something is better than remembering something. 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. a book is a present you can open again and again. 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. all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. what is unnamed, undepicted in images, whatever is omitted from the biography, censored in collections of letters, whatever is misnamed as something else, made difficult to come by, whatever is buried in the memory by the collapse of meaning under an inadequate or lying language - this will become not merely unspoken but unspeakable.... all silence has a meaning. the search for truth is more precious than its possession. never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. the cure for everything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. 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. from my rotting body, flowers shall grow and i am in them and that is eternity. 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. keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see the shadows. what i couldn't say was that the real reason was so much deeper and harder and that we spend our lives deceiving ourselves of these real reasons, perhaps because when they are clear they are too painful. religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness. there are absolute things in the world but you must look deeply for them. the things that first present themselves to your notice are for the most part relative. 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. run for office? no. i've slept with too many women, i've done too many drugs, and i've been to too many parties. you teach what you have to learn. it is not necessary to have achieved perfection to speak of perfection. it is not necessary to have achieved mastery to speak of mastery. it is not necessary to have achieved the highest level of evolution to speak of the highest level of evolution. seek only to be genuine. strive to be sincere. perfection is terrible; it cannot have children. moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting. the things we forget may as well never have happened, but she had many memories, both real and illusory, and that was like living twice. she used to tell her faithful friend, the sage tao chi'en, that her memory was like the hold of the ship where they had come to know one another: vast and somber, bursting with boxes, barrels, and sacks in which all of the events of her life were jammed. awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could, just as mama fresia had taught her in the gentle nights of her childhood, when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink. she entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness. she put as much store in that process as others put in numbers, and she so refined the art of remembering that she could see miss rose bent over the crate of marseilles soap that was her first cradle. some things are true whether you believe them or not. but you will,' the queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of it.'</p> is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?.

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. maybe that's what bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave. there are two kinds of people: those who say to god, "thy will be done," and those to whom god says, "all right, then, have it your way.".