Famous Quotes Ipsum

Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. art teaches nothing but the significance of life. 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. advice is what we ask for when we know the answer but wish we didn't. poetry does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory. the writer of originality, unless dead, is always shocking, scandalous; novelty disturbs and repels. 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. to talk to each other is but a more animated and audible thinking. we are wise, wise women. we are giggling girls. in our struggle for freedom, truth is the only weapon we possess. with our thoughts, we make the world. is it oblivion or absorption when things pass from our minds? our day-to-day life is bombarded with fortuities, or, to be more precise, with the accidental meetings of people and events we call coincidence. maybe that's what bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave. when the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly nothing will go quite as you wish - it is then that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. the choice may have been mistaken - the choosing was not. i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. enough! or too much. there are absolute things in the world but you must look deeply for them. the things that first present themselves to your notice are for the most part relative. 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. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. 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. you'll remember me like a melody / yeah, i'll haunt the world inside you he felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not now where he ended and she began. goodbyes always make my throat hurt . . . i need more hellos. i always thought of myself as a house. i was always what i lived in. it didn't need to be big. it didn't even need to be beautiful. it just needed to be mine. i became what i was meant to be. i built myself a life. i built myself a house..

Security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature...life is either a daring adventure or nothing. youth is wasted on the young. love is a great beautifier. so much of what i see reminds me of something i read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? we do not write in order to be understood, we write in order to understand. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. if the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another. 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. the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. it's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. i don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. i wish i believed, as j. b. priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. perhaps that's why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! a "bad night" is not always a bad thing. it is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it. one thing i've learned all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that. too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. 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. why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? 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. it's really a wonder that i haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. yet i keep them, because in spite of everything i still believe that people are really good at heart. i simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. we can't all, and some of us don't. that's all there is to it. never judge a book by its movie. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. the world breaks us all. afterward, some are stronger at the broken places. watching stars without you, my soul cries if any individual live too much in relations, so that he becomes a stranger to the resources of his own nature, he falls, after awhile, into a distraction, or imbecility, from which he can only be cured by a time of isolation, which gives the renovating fountains time to rise up. i'm at peace with the world. i'm completely serene. i've discovered my purpose in life. i know why i was put here and why everything exists... i am here so everybody can do what i want. once everybody accepts it, they'll be serene too. no man's life is ordinary to himself..

He had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the other, just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear. i have not lived as a woman. i've lived as a man. i've just done what i damn well wanted to and i've made enough money to support myself and i ain't afraid of being alone. tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. the truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. 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. is it oblivion or absorption when things pass from our minds? there are no mistakes, no coincidences. all events are blessings given to us to learn from. compassion can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind. but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. the least we can do is try to be there. it's still snowing. and freezing. however, we haven't had an earthquake lately. the world breaks us all. afterward, some are stronger at the broken places. out yonder there is this huge world... which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle. i know that a life without love is no life at all. watching stars without you, my soul cries i must pack my short life full of interesting events and creative activity. philosophy and aesthetic contemplation are not enough. i intend to do everything possible to broaden my experiences and allow myself to reach the fullest development..