Famous Quotes Ipsum

The individual is born of nature, but the artist is born of that individual, yearning to transcend the merely "natural" and to make complete that which, existentially, is forever incomplete, unrealized. tolerating blind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion ultimately takes our lives. saturday found him for the first time strolling alone through zurich, breathing in the heady smell of his freedom. new adventures hid around each corner. the future was again a secret. everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience. i am a woman committed to / a politics / of transliteration, the methodology / of a mind / stunned at the suddenly / possible shifts of meaning - for which / like amnesiacs / in a ward on fire, we must / find words / or burn it seems that whatever goes into my mouth makes me fat, just as whatever comes out of it embarrasses me. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. the search for truth is more precious than its possession. truth indeed rather alleviates than hurts, and will always bear up against falsehood, as oil does above water. this is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. every now and then go away, even briefly, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer; since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power. 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. 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. our day-to-day life is bombarded with fortuities, or, to be more precise, with the accidental meetings of people and events we call coincidence. a man can no more diminish god's glory by refusing to worship him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. for what is it to die / i'll pretend this is real / 'cause this is what i like best 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. all humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight. 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. live simply, but be complicated. i live my life in widening rings..

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. 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. all art is quite useless. security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature...life is either a daring adventure or nothing. saturday found him for the first time strolling alone through zurich, breathing in the heady smell of his freedom. new adventures hid around each corner. the future was again a secret. 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. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience. she walks in beauty, like the night / of cloudless climes and starry skies; / and all that's best of dark and bright / meet in her aspect and her eyes: / thus mellow'd to that tender light / which heaven to gaudy day denies truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. but surely to tell these tall tales and others like them would be to speed the myth, the wicked lie, that the past is always tense and the future, perfect. and as archie knows, it's not like that. it's never been like that. 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. that's the way things come clear. all of a sudden. and then you realize how obvious they've been all along. 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. the very greatest mystery is in unsheathed reality itself. there are absolute things in the world but you must look deeply for them. the things that first present themselves to your notice are for the most part relative. start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. the form of government most suitable to the artist is no government at all. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. 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. no pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land or opened a new doorway for the human spirit. maybe that's not exactly how it happened. but that's the way it should have happened. and that's the way i like to remember it. to love another person is to see the face of god..

Every child is an artist. the challenge is to remain an artist once he grows up. it's important to have a voice; it's more important to use it. don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. poetry does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. your daughter has a quick and witty tongue. he had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the other, just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear. we all agree that your theory is crazy, but is it crazy enough? 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. peace begins with a smile. a new position of responsibility will usually show a man to be a far stronger creature than was supposed. as the last leaf falls it only symbolizes the end of the tree's cycle, not the end of the tree's life. so too, as we complete our life cycle, there is a new beginning as our souls journey onward. the fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. in our minds we can understand the highest god, but so long as we are in human bodies living in this rich and varied world, we need images that we can see and touch and love. and each one of them shows us a part of that supreme power, and all the parts together give us a glimpse of the whole. so the people who insist there is only one god are right, and so are those who honor the many, but they are right in different ways. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. adversity is like a strong wind. i don't mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. it also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be. the universe is made of stories, not atoms. there is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go. loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. are there not chapters in everybody's life that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of history? live simply, but be complicated. both my wife and daughter think i'm this gigantic loser and they're right.