Famous Quotes Ipsum

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. 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. if the person you're talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. it may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear. we turn, not older with years, but newer every day. to read a writer, for me, is not merely to get an idea of what he says, but to go off with him and travel in his company. 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 only thing worth saying is what you really feel. never joke about a woman's hair, clothes or menstrual cycle. page one. the truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? a new position of responsibility will usually show a man to be a far stronger creature than was supposed. call it fate, call it luck, call it karma. i believe everything happens for a reason. under every deep, a lower deep opens. give me a museum and i'll fill it. it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. 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. so since i've been home, i've learned two important things: ethernet is a gift from god, and it just doesn't sound the same to listen to the indigo girls without two people singing along. no pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land or opened a new doorway for the human spirit. where there is great love there are always great miracles. the person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. his heart withers if it does not answer another heart. his mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration. years ago i discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. we are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams..

Hope has two beautiful daughters: their names are anger and courage. anger that things are the way they are. courage to make them the way they should be. 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..... you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. the cure for everything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. 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. fame lost its appeal for me when i went into a public restroom and an autograph seeker handed me a pen and paper under the stall door. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. 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. as we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties, the inmost strength of the heart is developed. 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. the universe is made of stories, not atoms. 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 horror of that moment,' the king went on,' i shall never, never forget!'<p> 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..

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. my first thought about art, as a child, was that the artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and that he does it without destroying something else, a kind of refutation of the conservation of matter. that still seems to me its central magic, its core of joy. nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. 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. 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. poets . . . create from the very depths of the collective unconscious, voicing aloud what others only dream. never joke about a woman's hair, clothes or menstrual cycle. page one. drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. 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. why? wherefore? inasmuch as which? doing. what you'll discover will be wonderful. what you'll discover will be yourself. 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 liked how sterile my room was, cleansed of all the emotions that have ever been felt there, all the fights and lovemaking and plain rest of weary travelers wiped clean, leaving no mark on the perfectly made bed. 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. janis joplin taught me about passion. in a cruel and imperfect world, she was living proof that god could still create perfection. 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 but you will,' the queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of it.'</p> it is beautiful that our lives coincided for so long..