Famous Quotes Ipsum

Her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. my religion is very simple. my religion is kindness.. 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. i am not quite sure how writing changes things, but i know that it does. it is indirect - like the trails of earthworms aerating the earth. it is not always deliberate - like the tails of glowing dust dragged by comets. but it does have an effect on the cosmos. before things are written down they don't exist in quite the same way. the act of fixing them in words gives them a kind of currency that can be traded. it's strange that words are so inadequate. yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. though she be but little, she is fierce. is it oblivion or absorption when things pass from our minds? can't say fairer than that. when you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. everything possible to be believed is an image of truth. 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. both my wife and daughter think i'm this gigantic loser and they're right.

It's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. sometimes i feel like i'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst, and then i remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it and it flows through me like rain and i can feel nothing but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid, little life. you have no idea what i'm talking about, i'm sure, but don't worry. you will someday. though she be but little, she is fierce. 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. doing. what you'll discover will be wonderful. what you'll discover will be yourself. and so i choose to go with you / as if the choice were mine to make what i couldn't say was that the real reason was so much deeper and harder and that we spend our lives deceiving ourselves of these real reasons, perhaps because when they are clear they are too painful. religion is a daughter of hope and fear, explaining to ignorance the nature of the unknowable. it's still snowing. and freezing. however, we haven't had an earthquake lately. there is always a little corner which remains a secret to the world - and is only known to those two. we are each of us angels with only one wing. and we can only fly embracing each other..

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. the one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. i am not quite sure how writing changes things, but i know that it does. it is indirect - like the trails of earthworms aerating the earth. it is not always deliberate - like the tails of glowing dust dragged by comets. but it does have an effect on the cosmos. before things are written down they don't exist in quite the same way. the act of fixing them in words gives them a kind of currency that can be traded. when power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. when power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. when power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgement. tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. sit down before fact like a little child, and be prepared to give up every preconceived notion, follow humbly wherever and to whatever abyss nature leads, or you shall learn nothing. any job a man can do to make his way in the world is a decent job as long as he works hard and does his best. god didn't put sweat on a man's body for no reason. he put it there so he could work hard, cleanse himself and feel proud. hard workin' folks only smell bad to some folks who have nothing better to do but stick their noses in the air. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul. is it oblivion or absorption when things pass from our minds? that's the way things come clear. all of a sudden. and then you realize how obvious they've been all along. 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. it isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for the long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security. when you get into a tight place and it seems you can't go on, hold on, for that's just the place and the time that the tide will turn. i liked how sterile my room was, cleansed of all the emotions that have ever been felt there, all the fights and lovemaking and plain rest of weary travelers wiped clean, leaving no mark on the perfectly made bed. what i couldn't say was that the real reason was so much deeper and harder and that we spend our lives deceiving ourselves of these real reasons, perhaps because when they are clear they are too painful. religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness. how pleased can one sun setting make you if you humble yourself to it? how grateful can you really say that you are just to be here and live through it? we shall not cease from exploration - and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started - and know the place for the first time. in a cruel and imperfect world, she was living proof that god could still create perfection. 'the horror of that moment,' the king went on,' i shall never, never forget!'<p> 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. everybody loves a hero / an image to create / the antithesis of everything / inside ourselves we hate / but you'd better close your eyes / when it's time for them to die / because you'd hate to think the life you'd built upon them was a lie.