Famous Quotes Ipsum

Nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. he who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. not being beautiful was the true blessing.... not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. the pretty girl has a handicap to overcome. words mean more than what is set down on paper - it takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning. truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. music has been in my heart all the time, and poetry in my thoughts. destiny is not what is already made; destiny is what we are making. many people think that we are in the hands of destiny, driven in whatever direction life desires or wills, but really, we are the masters of our destiny, especially from the moment we realize this fact. man is responsible for his rise and fall. i don't think there is anything good about fame. 'tables in restaurants.' people say that but, then again, why don't you just call the day before? or go eat somewhere else? what is to give light must endure burning. 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. loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight. we are each of us angels with only one wing. and we can only fly embracing each other. 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..

Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. never trust the artist. trust the tale. in the artist's own experience, of course, art is fundamentally indefinable, unsayable; there is something sacred about its demands upon the soul, something inherently mysterious in the forms it takes, no less than its contents. do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. youth is wasted on the young. once you are real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. the act of writing is the act of discovering what you believe. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. the blood jet is poetry, there is no stopping it. writers aren't people exactly. or, if they're any good, they're a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. it's like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. who lean backward trying--only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers. words do not express thoughts very well. they always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish. metaphors are not to be trifled with. a single metaphor can give birth to love. it takes two to speak truth - one to speak and another to hear. a single sun shines here and in the land where i was born, though we call it by different names. in the realm of idea, the great principles behind the forms that we see are the same. her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. 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. i often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? suppose we could use one life, already ended, as sort of a rough draft for another? i think that every one of us would try, more than anything else, not to repeat himself, at the very least he would rearrange his manner of life, he would make sure of rooms like these, with flowers and light... it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. perfection is terrible; it cannot have children. footfalls echo in the memory / down the passage we did not take / towards the door we never opened / into the rose garden a wizard is never late. nor is he early. he arrives precisely when he means to. i know that a life without love is no life at all. if we could stay that way forever; if we could stay filled to the brim and floating toward the darkness, never suffocating or dying - . loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight. a life of self-indulgence, if led with a whole heart, may also bring a certain wisdom. years ago i discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. no man's life is ordinary to himself. 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..

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. never trust the artist. trust the tale. the engine that gives its mysterious inner life to a work of art must be the subterranean expression of a wish, working its way to the surface of a narrative. 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. now, what was tiring had disappeared and only the beauty remained. everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. in tereza's eyes, books were the emblems of a secret brotherhood. for she had but a single weapon against the world of crudity surrounding her: the books she took out of the municipal library, and above all, the novels. she had read any number of them, from fielding to thomas mann. they not only offered her the possibility of an imaginary escape from a life she found unsatisfying; they also had a meaning for her as physical objects: she loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. it had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. it differentiated her from the others. poetry does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory. on the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth. be content with what you have, rejoice in the way things are. when you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you. 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. pooh looked at his two paws. he knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which of them was the right, then the other was the left, but he never could remember how to begin. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. religion is a daughter of hope and fear, explaining to ignorance the nature of the unknowable. janis joplin taught me about passion. give me a museum and i'll fill it. 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 art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless....