Famous Quotes Ipsum

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. my first thought about art, as a child, was that the artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and that he does it without destroying something else, a kind of refutation of the conservation of matter. that still seems to me its central magic, its core of joy. nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. 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. writers tend to devour people, themselves included. perhaps you too have met in the cause of your life women of that sort, who are self-luminous and shine in the dark, who are phosphorescent, like touchwood. never joke about a woman's hair, clothes or menstrual cycle. page one. think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself. 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. the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. 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. it is not the answer that enlightens, but the question. maybe that's what bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave. the cure for everything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. i pray because i can't help myself. i pray because i'm helpless. i pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. it doesn't change god, it changes me. i look upon death to be as necessary to the constitution as sleep. we shall rise again refreshed in the morning. finish each day and be done with it. you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. 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. you'll remember me like a melody / yeah, i'll haunt the world inside you a memory without a blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure, an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment to live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never; to let the spiritual, unbidden, and unconscious grow up through the common. this is to be my symphony. there are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle. the other is as though everything is a miracle..

One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. the writer should never be ashamed of staring. there is nothing that does not require his attention. it takes two to speak truth - one to speak and another to hear. 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. to look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is. at last to know it, to love it, for what it is, and then, to put it away. leonard, always the years between us, always the years, always the love, always the hours.....

Hope has two beautiful daughters: their names are anger and courage. anger that things are the way they are. courage to make them the way they should be. freedom lies in being bold. think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. there is a certain kind of kid who is so in love with words that she kisses the pictures of authors on the jackets of books. i was one. all i ever wanted was to be a writer. though this yearning now seems like aspiring to be a blacksmith in the age of the automobile, my childhood image of what a writer did bestowed superhuman powers on the profession. a writer sat privately at her desk and made public things happen. the power was godlike. the sense of accomplishment had to be the same. making words slant across the page was like making rain. flowers grew in ink. hurricanes and revolutions were stirred up by the sound of pen scratching paper. 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. does a hero know she's a hero if no one tells her? do you know a hero no one else knows? a hero doesn't have to save a busload of school kids from certain disaster; or score the winning point in the big game. a hero can be anyone who inspires you, anyone you look up to ,anyone who cheers you on, makes you feel better than you were before - just as they made themselves better then they were before. do you know a hero? tell her. then tell everyone else. hell has no fury like women's fury. a day is a miniature eternity. drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself. we all agree that your theory is crazy, but is it crazy enough? the heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night. the obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply. the body of b. franklin, / printer, / like the cover of an old book, / its contents torn out / and / stripped of its lettering and gilding, / lies here / food for worms, / but the work shall not be lost, / for it will, as he believed / appear once more / in a new and more elegant edition / revised and corrected / by the author. i look upon death to be as necessary to the constitution as sleep. we shall rise again refreshed in the morning. we can't all, and some of us don't. that's all there is to it. give me a museum and i'll fill it. but you will,' the queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of it.'</p> the person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. his heart withers if it does not answer another heart. his mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration. life is a struggle, but there's hope and beauty in the world. even though a lot of our songs are dark, there's oftentimes the strain of 'but we're powerful as individuals and we're loved and we're good and the things we struggle with are the things that teach us the most and help us to grow.' in the end, that's what matters. life moves pretty fast. if you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it..