Famous Quotes Ipsum

Advice is what we ask for when we know the answer but wish we didn't. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. it's strange that words are so inadequate. yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. on the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth. '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.' the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. 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. there are no mistakes, no coincidences. all events are blessings given to us to learn from. 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. i have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws ere i'll weep. feel the fear and do it anyway. 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. there must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but i don't know many of them. whenever i'm sad i'm going to die, or so nervous i can't sleep, or in love with somebody i won't be seeing for a week, i slump down just so far and then i say: 'i'll go take a hot bath.' i lay down on the parched ground and looked as hard as i could at the blue sky. i wanted to feel the sheerness of space, to somehow reach what was empty and quiet, to hold what was right beyond my grasp. millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. i look upon death to be as necessary to the constitution as sleep. we shall rise again refreshed in the morning. watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever. you can't help respecting anybody who can spell tuesday, even if he doesn't spell it right. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering. 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. the officials thought it was a cruel joke to leave us stranded in the desert with no way to get home. what they didn't realize was that we were home, soul-centered and strong, women who recognized the sweet smell of sage as fuel for our spirits. 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 where there is great love there are always great miracles. there is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go. 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. years ago i discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. 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. hope is a dangerous thing. drive a man insane..

Never joke about a woman's hair, clothes or menstrual cycle. page one. 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. peace begins with a smile. a warm smile is the universal language of kindness. 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. 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. a new position of responsibility will usually show a man to be a far stronger creature than was supposed. i pray because i can't help myself. i pray because i'm helpless. i pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. it doesn't change god, it changes me. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. 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 took us for better and i took us for worse / don't you ever forget it / now the steel bars between me and a promise / suddenly bend with ease / the closer i'm bound in love to you / the closer i am to free.

Every child is an artist. the challenge is to remain an artist once he grows up. change only takes place through action. thou shalt not be a victim. thou shalt not be a perpetrator. above all, thou shalt not be a bystander. i always give myself such very good advice, but i very seldom follow it. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. we are wise, wise women. we are giggling girls. my understanding of truth can change from day to day, and my commitment must be to truth rather than to consistency. 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. there are no mistakes, no coincidences. all events are blessings given to us to learn from. destiny is not what is already made; destiny is what we are making. many people think that we are in the hands of destiny, driven in whatever direction life desires or wills, but really, we are the masters of our destiny, especially from the moment we realize this fact. man is responsible for his rise and fall. it's awfully hard to be b-b-brave when you are only a very small animal. the fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. the choice may have been mistaken - the choosing was not. under every deep, a lower deep opens. if you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want and all that is left is a compromise. hollywood is a place where they'll pay you 50,000 dollars for a kiss and 50 cents for your soul. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. the real voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes - but of having new eyes. he who has a 'why' to live can bear almost any 'how'. the primary and most beautiful of nature's qualities is motion. the things we forget may as well never have happened, but she had many memories, both real and illusory, and that was like living twice. she used to tell her faithful friend, the sage tao chi'en, that her memory was like the hold of the ship where they had come to know one another: vast and somber, bursting with boxes, barrels, and sacks in which all of the events of her life were jammed. awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could, just as mama fresia had taught her in the gentle nights of her childhood, when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink. she entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness. she put as much store in that process as others put in numbers, and she so refined the art of remembering that she could see miss rose bent over the crate of marseilles soap that was her first cradle. 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. we are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams..