Famous Quotes Ipsum

Imagining something is better than remembering something. always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or your predecessors. try to be better than yourself. i always give myself such very good advice, but i very seldom follow it. for as long as i can remember, i had been transparent to myself, unselfconscious, learning, doing, most of every day. now i was in my own way; i myself was a dark object i could not ignore. i couldn't remember how to forget myself. i didn't want to think about myself, to reckon myself in, to deal with myself every livelong minute on top of everything else - but swerve as i might, i couldn't avoid it. i was a boulder blocking my own path. i was a dog barking between my own ears, a barking dog who wouldn't hush. so this was adolescence..... ultimately, the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or friendship, is conversation. 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 '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.' and if tonight my soul may find her peace / in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, / and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower / then i have been dipped again in god, and new-created. what do you experience with your first mouthful of hot fudge sundae? its not surprising that we carry it over to describe the intensity of love and sex. 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. what is a hero? primarily one who has conquered his fears. there is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear. never during its pilgrimage is the spirit of man completely adrift and alone. from start to finish its nucleus is the atman - the self - luminous abiding point, boundless as the sky, indivisible, absolute, the only reality. i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time. start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. 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. walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heart break. trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. the entertainment business. what voyeurs we all have become. my piano is a universe. those eighty-eight keys arrange the seven planets in musical scales, an aural cosmos. i live my life in widening rings..

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. what is to give light must endure burning. when you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. we are each of us angels with only one wing. and we can only fly embracing each other..

I would rather fix something more important than my hair. a ship in a harbor is safe - but that is not what ships were made for. 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. 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. 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. so much of what i see reminds me of something i read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? the writer should never be ashamed of staring. there is nothing that does not require his attention. 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. never joke about a woman's hair, clothes or menstrual cycle. page one. you must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. to find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter... to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of the simple life. if i can stop one heart from breaking, i will not live in vain. the happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions. the only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? what is to give light must endure burning. 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. 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. ...love is not love / which alters when it alteration finds, / or bends with the remover to remove: / o no! it is an ever-fixed mark / that looks on tempests and is never shaken... i glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all. to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. we are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams..