Famous Quotes Ipsum

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. change is an easy panacea. it takes character to stay in one place and be happy there. i sincerely hope a new generation will stand up that says: let's develop our brains and not just our bodies. girls that will say to a christina aguilera: you think you're a strong woman because you show your red thong? get a grip and put on some clothes. 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. 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 takes two to speak truth - one to speak and another to hear. truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. we all agree that your theory is crazy, but is it crazy enough? her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. 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. it takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. the realization that he was utterly powerless was like the blow of a sledgehammer, yet it was curiously as well. no one was forcing him into a decision. as to the way i've spent my money, i think it has done credit to my emotions, and i don't regret it. on occasion, i have calculated things to a very fine point, but you may well cease hoping that i will ever be practical in the accepted sense. i would sooner die. start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. at the worst i accepted hollywood with the resignation of a ghost assigned to a haunted house. perfection is terrible; it cannot have children. 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. the earth laughs in flowers. you're all i notice in a crowded room..

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until i set him free. a ship in a harbor is safe - but that is not what ships were made for. 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. ultimately, the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or friendship, is conversation. 'when i was a kid,' said irie softly, ringing the bell for their stop, 'i used to think they were little alibis. bus tickets. i mean, look: they've got the time. the date. the place. and if i was up in court, and i had to defend myself, and prove i wasn't where they said i was, doing what they said i did, when they said i did it, i'd pull out one of those.' you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. with our thoughts, we make the world. 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 people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them. that's the way things come clear. all of a sudden. and then you realize how obvious they've been all along. what is a hero? primarily one who has conquered his fears. when the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly nothing will go quite as you wish - it is then that you must not hesitate. 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. 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. perfection is achieved not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. what is to give light must endure burning. the sky was that deep sunday blue going black, just on the cusp of color seeping into empty space. the universe is made of stories, not atoms. they took all the trees / and put them in a tree museum / and they charged all the people / a dollar and a half just to see 'em / don't it always seem to go / that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone / they paved paradise / and put up a parking lot every man's memory is his private literature. to love another person is to see the face of god. i know that a life without love is no life at all. where there is great love there are always great miracles. it is beautiful that our lives coincided for so long. loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight. 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. all sanity is great madness, but the greatest madness of all is to live life the way it is, rather than as it should be. 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.....

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. sex. in america it's an obsession; in other parts of the world, a fact. i look upon death to be as necessary to the constitution as sleep. we shall rise again refreshed in the morning. oh help! i'd better go back. oh bother! i shall have to go on. i can't do either! oh help and bother!.