Famous Quotes Ipsum

The engine that gives its mysterious inner life to a work of art must be the subterranean expression of a wish, working its way to the surface of a narrative. there has never been an answer. there never will be an answer. that's the answer. i have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws ere i'll weep. when the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly nothing will go quite as you wish - it is then that you must not hesitate. beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. the least we can do is try to be there. 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. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering. 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. 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 loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. we are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams..

Action is eloquence. 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. i discovered i scream the same way whether i'm about to be devoured by a great white or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot..

Never trust the artist. trust the tale. it's important to have a voice; it's more important to use it. change is an easy panacea. it takes character to stay in one place and be happy there. metaphors are not to be trifled with. a single metaphor can give birth to love. it seems that whatever goes into my mouth makes me fat, just as whatever comes out of it embarrasses me. though she be but little, she is fierce. 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. it's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy. 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. do the thing you fear, and the death of fear is certain. feel the fear and do it anyway. nothing is really so very frightening when everything is so very dangerous. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. the realization that he was utterly powerless was like the blow of a sledgehammer, yet it was curiously as well. no one was forcing him into a decision. religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness. all humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual. one can go on living when one is intoxicated by life. unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow. hollywood is a place where they'll pay you 50,000 dollars for a kiss and 50 cents for your soul. we are governed not by armies and police but by ideas. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. 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. 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. he felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not now where he ended and she began. i have the sense to recognize / that i don't know how to let you go loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight. 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. i live my life in widening rings..