Famous Quotes Ipsum

The artist's life is in his work, and this is the place to observe him. we must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee. i always give myself such very good advice, but i very seldom follow it. it took me too long to realize / that i don't take good pictures / 'cause i have the kind of beauty / that moves 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. talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience. though she be but little, she is fierce. 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. 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. it takes two to speak truth - one to speak and another to hear. music has been in my heart all the time, and poetry in my thoughts. wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. early in the novel that tereza clutched under her arm when she went to visit tomas, anna meets vronsky in curious circumstances: they are at the railway station when someone is run over by a train. at the end of the novel, anna throws herself under a train. this symmetrical composition - the same motif appears at the beginning and at the end - may seem quite 'novelistic' to you, and i am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refrain from reading such notions as 'fictive', 'fabricated', and 'untrue to life' into the word 'novelistic'. because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion. why is compassion not part of our established curriculum, an inherent part of our education? compassion, awe, wonder, curiosity, exaltation, humility - these are the very foundations of any real civilization, no longer the prerogatives, the preserves of any one church, but belonging to everyone, every child in every home, every school. 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. millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. we don't say everything that we could / so that we can say later / "oh, you misunderstood" true religion is real living; living with all one's soul, with all one's goodness and righteousness. for what is it to die / religion is a daughter of hope and fear, explaining to ignorance the nature of the unknowable. under every deep, a lower deep opens. great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. you can't help respecting anybody who can spell tuesday, even if he doesn't spell it right. i love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. the universe is made of stories, not atoms. to love another person is to see the face of god. we are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams..

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. people living deeply have no fear of death. to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else..

Curiosity is braver than rage. exploration is a nobler calling than combat. the unknown beckons to us, singing its siren song and making our hearts pound with fear and desire. the way i see it, the men that i'm with, whoever they are, it's like look, you have to accept that i like ice cream, and i know it shows up on my hips but if you can't accept that, then leave. go away. toodles. it is non-negotiable. hell has no fury like women's fury. it is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it. in languages that form the word 'compassion' not from the root 'suffering' but from the root 'feeling', the word is used in approximately the same way, but to contend that it designates a bad or inferior sentiment is difficult. the secret strength of its etymology floods the word with another light and gives it a broader meaning: to have compassion (co-feeling) means not only to be able to live with others' misfortune but also able to feel with him any emotion - joy, anxiety, happiness, pain. this kind of compassion therefore signifies the maximal capacity of affective imaginations, the art of emotional telepathy. in the hierarchy of sentiments, then, it is supreme. oh help! i'd better go back. oh bother! i shall have to go on. i can't do either! oh help and bother! i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. 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. i am young. i am younger each year at the first snow. when i see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then i am in love again and very young and i believe everything. christ is in the manger and santa in heaven. there i am in younger days, stargazing / painting picture perfect maps / of how my life and love would be / not counting the unmarked paths / of misdirection / my compass, faith in love's perfection / i missed ten million miles of road / i should have seen.