Famous Quotes Ipsum

The way i see it, the men that i'm with, whoever they are, it's like look, you have to accept that i like ice cream, and i know it shows up on my hips but if you can't accept that, then leave. go away. toodles. it is non-negotiable. the writer should never be ashamed of staring. there is nothing that does not require his attention. truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. when the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly nothing will go quite as you wish - it is then that you must not hesitate. 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 doubt thou the stars are fine / doubt that the sun doth move / doubt truth be a liar / but never doubt i love. if any individual live too much in relations, so that he becomes a stranger to the resources of his own nature, he falls, after awhile, into a distraction, or imbecility, from which he can only be cured by a time of isolation, which gives the renovating fountains time to rise up..

The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. for man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, perfectly alive..

Saturday found him for the first time strolling alone through zurich, breathing in the heady smell of his freedom. new adventures hid around each corner. the future was again a secret. when you come to the edge of all the light you know, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly. and may these characters remain / when all is ruin once again i may know the word but not say it / i may know the truth but not face it / i may hear a sound, a whisper sacred and profound / but turn my head, indifferent do you understand, / child, how the moon, the tide / is in our own image? one thing i've learned all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that. 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. the whole business is built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it's total crap to pretend it's not. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. 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. the real voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes - but of having new eyes. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering. moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting. my piano is a universe. those eighty-eight keys arrange the seven planets in musical scales, an aural cosmos. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. i know that a life without love is no life at all. i have the sense to recognize / that i don't know how to let you go.