Famous Quotes Ipsum

Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. action is eloquence. 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. 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. the truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? call it fate, call it luck, call it karma. i believe everything happens for a reason. compassion can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind. 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.' 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. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. all humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual. you teach what you have to learn. it is not necessary to have achieved perfection to speak of perfection. it is not necessary to have achieved mastery to speak of mastery. it is not necessary to have achieved the highest level of evolution to speak of the highest level of evolution. seek only to be genuine. strive to be sincere. perfection is terrible; it cannot have children. it is not good for all our wishes to be fulfilled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest. the sky was that deep sunday blue going black, just on the cusp of color seeping into empty space. it is beautiful that our lives coincided for so long. horror is shock, a time of utter blindness. horror lacks every hint of beauty. all we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know. 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. it's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. now, you may get the 8-pak, or you may get the 16-pak, but it's all in what you do with the crayons--the colors-- that you're given. now don't worry about coloring inside the lines or outside the lines. i say, color outside the lines! color right off the page!.

In the artist's own experience, of course, art is fundamentally indefinable, unsayable; there is something sacred about its demands upon the soul, something inherently mysterious in the forms it takes, no less than its contents. loyalty to a petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul. do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. an illiterate underbred book . . . the book of a self-taught working man . . . egotistic, insistent, raw, striking, and ultimately nauseating. do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words? the truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. but surely to tell these tall tales and others like them would be to speed the myth, the wicked lie, that the past is always tense and the future, perfect. and as archie knows, it's not like that. it's never been like that. music has been in my heart all the time, and poetry in my thoughts. 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. do, or do not. there is no "try". there has never been an answer. there never will be an answer. that's the answer. that's the way things come clear. all of a sudden. and then you realize how obvious they've been all along. feel the fear and do it anyway. anyone can look for fashion in a boutique or history in a museum. the creative explorer looks for history in a hardware store and fashion in an airport. the whole difference between construction and creation is this; that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed, but a thing created is loved before it exists. 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. i often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? suppose we could use one life, already ended, as sort of a rough draft for another? i think that every one of us would try, more than anything else, not to repeat himself, at the very least he would rearrange his manner of life, he would make sure of rooms like these, with flowers and light... 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. give me a museum and i'll fill it. at the worst i accepted hollywood with the resignation of a ghost assigned to a haunted house. 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. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. 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 universe is made of stories, not atoms. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. the unexamined life is not worth living. there are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle. the other is as though everything is a miracle..

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. youth is wasted on the young. if the path is beautiful, let us not ask where it leads. to talk to each other is but a more animated and audible thinking. 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 anyone can look for fashion in a boutique or history in a museum. the creative explorer looks for history in a hardware store and fashion in an airport. 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. 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. 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. every man's memory is his private literature. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. 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.