Famous Quotes Ipsum

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. our collective will to resist what is unjust is like a fire that cannot be put out. think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. love is a great beautifier. writers tend to devour people, themselves included. your daughter has a quick and witty tongue. i have not lived as a woman. i've lived as a man. i've just done what i damn well wanted to and i've made enough money to support myself and i ain't afraid of being alone. 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. in our struggle for freedom, truth is the only weapon we possess. spending time is inevitable. you're going to spend your time doing something. it might as well be something you want to do. 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. drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul. it's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy. it's awfully hard to be b-b-brave when you are only a very small animal. when i dare to be powerful / to use my strength / in the service of my vision / then it becomes / less and less important / whether i am afraid. 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. what is a hero? primarily one who has conquered his fears. 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. 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. enough! or too much. it's really a wonder that i haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. yet i keep them, because in spite of everything i still believe that people are really good at heart. i simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. we can't all, and some of us don't. that's all there is to it. it is not good for all our wishes to be fulfilled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest. 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 sky was that deep sunday blue going black, just on the cusp of color seeping into empty space. the fact is, i was a trifle beside myself; or rather out of myself, as the french would say: i was conscious that at moment's mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties and, like any other rebel slave, i felt resolved, in my desperation, to go to all lengths. there is always a little corner which remains a secret to the world - and is only known to those two. 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.....

With our thoughts, we make the world. everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. 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. a prudent question is one half of wisdom. no man really becomes a fool until he stops asking questions. i look upon death to be as necessary to the constitution as sleep. we shall rise again refreshed in the morning. run for office? no. i've slept with too many women, i've done too many drugs, and i've been to too many parties. you know that place between sleep and awake? where you still remember dreaming? that's where i'll always think of you. there is always a little corner which remains a secret to the world - and is only known to those two..

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. everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. i have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws ere i'll weep..