Famous Quotes Ipsum

. I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. imagining something is better than remembering something. 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. security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature...life is either a daring adventure or nothing. do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. it's kind of fun to do the impossible. change is an easy panacea. it takes character to stay in one place and be happy there. 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. a book is a present you can open again and again. the longer i live the more i become convinced that the only thing that matters in literature is the writer is first of all an enchanter. the writer should never be ashamed of staring. there is nothing that does not require his attention. writers aren't people exactly. or, if they're any good, they're a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. it's like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. who lean backward trying--only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers. do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words? she walks in beauty, like the night / of cloudless climes and starry skies; / and all that's best of dark and bright / meet in her aspect and her eyes: / thus mellow'd to that tender light / which heaven to gaudy day denies the opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. by all accounts, sex is a personally encoded communique, continually reinvented. it takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. prayer is not an old woman's idle amusement. properly understood and applied, it is the most potent instrument of action. a man can no more diminish god's glory by refusing to worship him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. in our minds we can understand the highest god, but so long as we are in human bodies living in this rich and varied world, we need images that we can see and touch and love. and each one of them shows us a part of that supreme power, and all the parts together give us a glimpse of the whole. so the people who insist there is only one god are right, and so are those who honor the many, but they are right in different ways. 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. out yonder there is this huge world... which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle. a wizard is never late. nor is he early. he arrives precisely when he means to. he felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not now where he ended and she began. a pain stabbed my heart as it did every time i saw a girl i loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world. art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless... 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.....

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. all art is quite useless. 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. one can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. 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. 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..... and may these characters remain / when all is ruin once again the writer should never be ashamed of staring. there is nothing that does not require his attention. words mean more than what is set down on paper - it takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. it seems that whatever goes into my mouth makes me fat, just as whatever comes out of it embarrasses me. truth is in the eye of the beholder. it was only the first of many occasions during those months that seemed to take place out of time, or in a historical moment i had yet to identify. never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. she thought now of the pink anemones waving in that water. like herself, when he'd first spied on her with her sensitive, fleshy tentacles of thought waving all around her, until he'd touched and made her draw up quickly into a stony fist. but he knew just how to touch her, speak to her, breathe on her, to draw her out again. physical pleasure was such a convincing illusion, and sex, the ultimate charade of safety. question with boldness even the existence of a god; because, if there is one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blind-folded fear. they are composed like music. guided by his sense of beauty, and individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (beethoven's music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life. anna could have chosen another way to take her life. but the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress. 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. we don't say everything that we could / so that we can say later / "oh, you misunderstood" let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life. but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. i don't think there is anything good about fame. 'tables in restaurants.' people say that but, then again, why don't you just call the day before? or go eat somewhere else? music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to men is felt to be so divine. it brings us nearer to the infinite. 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. 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. loneliness is the first thing which god's eye named, not good. seize the day. make your lives extraordinary..

Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. 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. why do some people always see beautiful skies and grass and lovely flowers and incredible human beings, while others are hard-pressed to find anything or any place that is beautiful? 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. i could lay here and read all night. i am not able to fall asleep without reading. you have that time when your brain has nothing constructive to do so it rambles. i fool my brain out of that by making it read until it shuts off. i just think it's best to do something right up until you fall asleep. 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. words mean more than what is set down on paper - it takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning. truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. do, or do not. there is no "try". any job a man can do to make his way in the world is a decent job as long as he works hard and does his best. god didn't put sweat on a man's body for no reason. he put it there so he could work hard, cleanse himself and feel proud. hard workin' folks only smell bad to some folks who have nothing better to do but stick their noses in the air. peace begins with a smile. these qualities are rare enough in a world where sexual performance has become as obligatory as sexual abstinence - or the pretension to it - once was. the worst by-product of the so-called sexual revolution is the substitution of performance for passion. it is wrong, then, to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences (like the meeting of anna, vronsky, the railway station and death, or the meeting of beethoven, tomas, tereza, and the cognac), but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. for he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty. the cure for everything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. the fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? the trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat. one can go on living when one is intoxicated by life. but i always think that the best way to know god is to love many things. they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. all things are possible until they are proved impossible - and even the impossible, may only be so as of now. never judge a book by its movie. 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. music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to men is felt to be so divine. it brings us nearer to the infinite. no pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land or opened a new doorway for the human spirit. 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. where there is great love there are always great miracles. if we could stay that way forever; if we could stay filled to the brim and floating toward the darkness, never suffocating or dying - . life is a struggle, but there's hope and beauty in the world. even though a lot of our songs are dark, there's oftentimes the strain of 'but we're powerful as individuals and we're loved and we're good and the things we struggle with are the things that teach us the most and help us to grow.' in the end, that's what matters. what is life? it is the flash of a firefly in the night. it is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. it is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset..