Famous Quotes Ipsum

The moment of change is the only poem. poets . . . create from the very depths of the collective unconscious, voicing aloud what others only dream. 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. in languages that form the word 'compassion' not from the root 'suffering' but from the root 'feeling', the word is used in approximately the same way, but to contend that it designates a bad or inferior sentiment is difficult. the secret strength of its etymology floods the word with another light and gives it a broader meaning: to have compassion (co-feeling) means not only to be able to live with others' misfortune but also able to feel with him any emotion - joy, anxiety, happiness, pain. this kind of compassion therefore signifies the maximal capacity of affective imaginations, the art of emotional telepathy. in the hierarchy of sentiments, then, it is supreme. feel the fear and do it anyway. maybe that's what bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave. be brave enough to live life creatively. the creative is the place where no one else has ever been. you have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. you can't get there by bus, only by hard work and risk and by not quite knowing what you're millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. we don't say everything that we could / so that we can say later / "oh, you misunderstood" 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. never judge a book by its movie. 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 achieved not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. life moves pretty fast. if you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it..

I would rather fix something more important than my hair. thou shalt not be a victim. thou shalt not be a perpetrator. above all, thou shalt not be a bystander. 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. talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience. do you understand, / child, how the moon, the tide / is in our own image? drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. with our thoughts, we make the world. it is not the answer that enlightens, but the question. creativity is the power to connect the seemingly unconnected. 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. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. 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. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. 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 we grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves..

Loyalty to a petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul. if the person you're talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. it may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear. love is a great beautifier. an illiterate underbred book . . . the book of a self-taught working man . . . egotistic, insistent, raw, striking, and ultimately nauseating. poetry does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory. the only thing worth saying is what you really feel. i have not lived as a woman. i've lived as a man. i've just done what i damn well wanted to and i've made enough money to support myself and i ain't afraid of being alone. any job a man can do to make his way in the world is a decent job as long as he works hard and does his best. god didn't put sweat on a man's body for no reason. he put it there so he could work hard, cleanse himself and feel proud. hard workin' folks only smell bad to some folks who have nothing better to do but stick their noses in the air. the obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply. besides, i didn't have anything to fear anymore. maybe all post-suicidals feel that way. it's really great - it gives you a real sense of, not bravery exactly, and not recklessness, quite, but something in between the two. if i'd survived my own best attempts at dying, it probably just wasn't in the cards for me to perish young. maybe that's what bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave. 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. when i have a terrible need of - shall i say the word? - religion, then i go out and paint the stars. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. one can go on living when one is intoxicated by life. start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. never judge a book by its movie. fame lost its appeal for me when i went into a public restroom and an autograph seeker handed me a pen and paper under the stall door. there is always a little corner which remains a secret to the world - and is only known to those two. ...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... seize the day. make your lives extraordinary. is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves? hope is a dangerous thing. drive a man insane..