Famous Quotes Ipsum

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 path is beautiful, let us not ask where it leads. a book is a present you can open again and again. the one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. personally, i would sooner have written alice in wonderland than the whole encyclopedia britannica. ultimately, the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or friendship, is conversation. the only thing worth saying is what you really feel. 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. this is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? a prudent question is one half of wisdom. is it oblivion or absorption when things pass from our minds? doing. what you'll discover will be wonderful. what you'll discover will be yourself. i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. the only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible we are governed not by armies and police but by ideas. perfection is terrible; it cannot have children. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. the universe is made of stories, not atoms. maybe that's not exactly how it happened. but that's the way it should have happened. and that's the way i like to remember it. 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. it is beautiful that our lives coincided for so long. to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. 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..

Thou shalt not be a victim. thou shalt not be a perpetrator. above all, thou shalt not be a bystander. it's kind of fun to do the impossible. change is an easy panacea. it takes character to stay in one place and be happy there. a book is a present you can open again and again. with our thoughts, we make the world. the people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them. everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful 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. it takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. the body of b. franklin, / printer, / like the cover of an old book, / its contents torn out / and / stripped of its lettering and gilding, / lies here / food for worms, / but the work shall not be lost, / for it will, as he believed / appear once more / in a new and more elegant edition / revised and corrected / by the author. we don't say everything that we could / so that we can say later / "oh, you misunderstood" great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. one can go on living when one is intoxicated by life. start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. the whole business is built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it's total crap to pretend it's not. 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. 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. out yonder there is this huge world... which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle. everything possible to be believed is an image of truth. your mind might make a connection that is useful. but true is another matter. true implies that you have found a connection that exists independent of your apprehension of it, that would exist whether you noticed it or not. and i must say that i have never seen such a connection in my life. there are times when i suspect that there are no such connections, that all links, bonds, ties, and similarities are creatures of thought and have no substance. doubt thou the stars are fine / doubt that the sun doth move / doubt truth be a liar / but never doubt i love..

The way i see it, the men that i'm with, whoever they are, it's like look, you have to accept that i like ice cream, and i know it shows up on my hips but if you can't accept that, then leave. go away. toodles. it is non-negotiable. tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. on the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth. the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. history is particularly important in throwing light on the source of our attitudes about sex because many of the assumptions we make are not necessarily scientific or rational but holdovers of past belief systems that are no longer held by modern society. call it fate, call it luck, call it karma. i believe everything happens for a reason. feel the fear and do it anyway. returning, i had to cross before the looking-glass; my fascinated glance involuntarily explored the depth it revealed. all looked colder and darker in that visionary hollow than in reality; and the strange little figure there gazing at me, with a white face and arms specking the gloom, and glittering eyes of fear moving where all else was still, had the effect of a real spirit: i thought it like one of the tiny phantoms, half fairy, half imp, bessie's evening stories represented as coming out of lone, ferny dells in moors, and appearing before the eyes of travelers. 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. for what is it to die / why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong? great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. these things seem small and indistinguishable, like far-off mountains turned into clouds. the sky was that deep sunday blue going black, just on the cusp of color seeping into empty space. a wizard is never late. nor is he early. he arrives precisely when he means to. goodbyes always make my throat hurt . . . i need more hellos. is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves? what is life? it is the flash of a firefly in the night. it is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. it is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset..