Famous Quotes Ipsum

My understanding of truth can change from day to day, and my commitment must be to truth rather than to consistency. truth indeed rather alleviates than hurts, and will always bear up against falsehood, as oil does above water. history is particularly important in throwing light on the source of our attitudes about sex because many of the assumptions we make are not necessarily scientific or rational but holdovers of past belief systems that are no longer held by modern society. i've learned that fate only takes you so far. after that, it's up to you to make it happen. enough! or too much. the only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. 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. but you will,' the queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of it.'</p> i know that a life without love is no life at all. what is life? it is the flash of a firefly in the night. it is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. it is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset..

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. 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. it's important to have a voice; it's more important to use it. a ship in a harbor is safe - but that is not what ships were made for. clothes make the man. naked people have little or no influence on society. a book is a present you can open again and again. power consists.... in deciding which stories will be told. personally, i would sooner have written alice in wonderland than the whole encyclopedia britannica. 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? if the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another. if you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. don't be surly at home, then go out in the street and start grinning ''good morning'' at total strangers. 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. why? wherefore? inasmuch as which? question with boldness even the existence of a god; because, if there is one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blind-folded fear. early in the novel that tereza clutched under her arm when she went to visit tomas, anna meets vronsky in curious circumstances: they are at the railway station when someone is run over by a train. at the end of the novel, anna throws herself under a train. this symmetrical composition - the same motif appears at the beginning and at the end - may seem quite 'novelistic' to you, and i am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refrain from reading such notions as 'fictive', 'fabricated', and 'untrue to life' into the word 'novelistic'. because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion. they are composed like music. guided by his sense of beauty, and individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (beethoven's music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life. anna could have chosen another way to take her life. but the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress. too often we get scared. scared of what we might not be able to do. scared of what people might think if we tried. we let fears stand in the way of our hopes. we say no when we want to say yes. we sit quietly when we want to scream. and we shout with the others when we should keep our mouths shut. why? after all, we do only go around once. there's really no time to be afraid. just do it. 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. anyone can look for fashion in a boutique or history in a museum. the creative explorer looks for history in a hardware store and fashion in an airport. all things are possible until they are proved impossible - and even the impossible, may only be so as of now. give me a museum and i'll fill it. when you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. the universe is made of stories, not atoms. the officials thought it was a cruel joke to leave us stranded in the desert with no way to get home. what they didn't realize was that we were home, soul-centered and strong, women who recognized the sweet smell of sage as fuel for our spirits. 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. a life of self-indulgence, if led with a whole heart, may also bring a certain wisdom. to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else..

Change is an easy panacea. it takes character to stay in one place and be happy there. it's strange that words are so inadequate. yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. 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. we are wise, wise women. we are giggling girls. hell has no fury like women's fury. the feeling of sunday is the same everywhere: heavy, melancholy, standing still. like when they say, 'as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be; world without end.' if a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as michelangelo painted, or beethoven composed music, or shakespeare composed poetry. he should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. smile at each other, smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other -- it doesn't matter who it is -- and that will help you to grow up in greater love for each other. history is particularly important in throwing light on the source of our attitudes about sex because many of the assumptions we make are not necessarily scientific or rational but holdovers of past belief systems that are no longer held by modern society. call it fate, call it luck, call it karma. i believe everything happens for a reason. why is compassion not part of our established curriculum, an inherent part of our education? compassion, awe, wonder, curiosity, exaltation, humility - these are the very foundations of any real civilization, no longer the prerogatives, the preserves of any one church, but belonging to everyone, every child in every home, every school. feel the fear and do it anyway. 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." 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. ordinary people believe only in the possible. extraordinary people visualize not what is possible or probable, but rather what is impossible. and by visualizing the impossible, they begin to see it as possible. the whole business is built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it's total crap to pretend it's not. a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. when you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. you'll remember me like a melody / yeah, i'll haunt the world inside you doubt thou the stars are fine / doubt that the sun doth move / doubt truth be a liar / but never doubt i love. watching stars without you, my soul cries when christ said: "i was hungry and you fed me," he didn't mean only the hunger for bread and for food; he also meant the hunger to be loved. jesus himself experienced this loneliness. he came amongst his own and his own received him not, and it hurt him then and it has kept on hurting him. the same hunger, the same loneliness, the same having no one to be accepted by and to be loved and wanted by. every human being in that case resembles christ in his loneliness; and that is the hardest part, that's real hunger..