Famous Quotes Ipsum

Curiosity is braver than rage. exploration is a nobler calling than combat. the unknown beckons to us, singing its siren song and making our hearts pound with fear and desire. i always give myself such very good advice, but i very seldom follow it. mostly, we authors must repeat ourselves--that's the truth. we have two or three great moving experiences in our lives--experiences so great and moving that it doesn't seem at the time that anyone else has been so caught up and pounded and dazzled and astonished and beaten and broken and rescued and illuminated and rewarded and humbled in just that way ever before. poets . . . create from the very depths of the collective unconscious, voicing aloud what others only dream. i am woman, hear me roar! you must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. to laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and ignore the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or redeemed by social condition; or to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. this is to have succeeded. 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. what do you experience with your first mouthful of hot fudge sundae? its not surprising that we carry it over to describe the intensity of love and sex. her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. 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. there is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear. one of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't do. there must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but i don't know many of them. whenever i'm sad i'm going to die, or so nervous i can't sleep, or in love with somebody i won't be seeing for a week, i slump down just so far and then i say: 'i'll go take a hot bath.' we don't say everything that we could / so that we can say later / "oh, you misunderstood" 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. oh help! i'd better go back. oh bother! i shall have to go on. i can't do either! oh help and bother! sure, the world is full of trouble. but as long as we have people undoing trouble, we have a pretty good world. the very greatest mystery is in unsheathed reality itself. great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. he who has a 'why' to live can bear almost any 'how'. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering. if i had a formula for bypassing trouble, i wouldn't pass it around. wouldn't be doing anybody a favor. trouble creates a capacity to handle it. i don't say embrace trouble. that's as bad as treating it as an enemy. but i do say, meet it as a friend, for you'll see a lot of it and had better be on speaking terms with it. moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting. a memory without a blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure, an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment it is possible to live twenty-four hours a day in a state of love. every movement, every glance, every thought, and every word can be infused with love. to conquer loneliness we shall each have to assume the sacred responsibility of becoming a complete person. and most of all, to define ourselves without always including someone else in the definition. 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 unexamined life is not worth living..

The artist's life is in his work, and this is the place to observe him. 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. it took me too long to realize / that i don't take good pictures / 'cause i have the kind of beauty / that moves a book is a present you can open again and again. do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words? think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself. it's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. i don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. i wish i believed, as j. b. priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. perhaps that's why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! a "bad night" is not always a bad thing. a prudent question is one half of wisdom. 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. 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. let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life. enough! or too much. even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. fortune does not change men, it unmasks them. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering. the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to men is felt to be so divine. it brings us nearer to the infinite. every man's memory is his private literature. the street corner where always, for years, in passing you felt, unexplained, a pang of despair, like nausea, till one night, late, late, on that spot you were struck, struck still, and again felt how her head had thrust to your shoulder. no man's life is ordinary to himself..

Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. we do not write in order to be understood, we write in order to understand. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. poetry does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory. personally, i would sooner have written alice in wonderland than the whole encyclopedia britannica. to laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and ignore the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or redeemed by social condition; or to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. this is to have succeeded. they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. listening four or five times a day to newscasters and commentators, reading the morning papers and all the weeklies and monthlies - nowadays this is described as 'taking an interest in politics'. st. john of the cross would have called it indulgence in idle curiosity and the cultivation of disquietude for disquietude's sake. the sky was that deep sunday blue going black, just on the cusp of color seeping into empty space. i know that a life without love is no life at all. ...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... i think the loneliest thing is to be alone with another person. i'd rather be by myself than with someone who has no idea who i am. horror is shock, a time of utter blindness. horror lacks every hint of beauty. all we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know. it occurred to him that, for the first time since his birth, life had said yes to archie jones. not simply an 'ok' or 'you-might-as-well-carry-on-since-you've-started', but a resounding affirmative. i live my life in widening rings. it's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. now, you may get the 8-pak, or you may get the 16-pak, but it's all in what you do with the crayons--the colors-- that you're given. now don't worry about coloring inside the lines or outside the lines. i say, color outside the lines! color right off the page!.