Famous Quotes Ipsum

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. what is a hero? primarily one who has conquered his fears. it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. there is something very wonderful in music. words are wonderful enough; but music is even more wonderful. it speaks not to our thoughts as words do; it speaks straight to our hearts and spirits, to the very core and root of our souls. music soothes us, stirs us up; it puts noble feelings in us; it melts us to tears; we know not how - it is a language by itself, just as perfect, in its way, as speech, as words. 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..

Our collective will to resist what is unjust is like a fire that cannot be put out. freedom lies in being bold. when you come to the edge of all the light you know, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly. youth is wasted on the young. 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. all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. a single sun shines here and in the land where i was born, though we call it by different names. in the realm of idea, the great principles behind the forms that we see are the same. either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you. the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. sleeping is curiously addictive. you are part of the world, but not in it, and somehow that just seems right. it seems enough. 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. by all accounts, sex is a personally encoded communique, continually reinvented. if i can stop one heart from breaking, i will not live in vain. 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.' keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see the shadows. finish each day and be done with it. you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. 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. at the worst i accepted hollywood with the resignation of a ghost assigned to a haunted house. we shall not cease from exploration - and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started - and know the place for the first time. the earth laughs in flowers. 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. seize the day. make your lives extraordinary. the human soul is very much older than the human mind..

Advice is what we ask for when we know the answer but wish we didn't. the fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time..