Famous Quotes Ipsum

The individual is born of nature, but the artist is born of that individual, yearning to transcend the merely "natural" and to make complete that which, existentially, is forever incomplete, unrealized. 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. think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. there is a certain kind of kid who is so in love with words that she kisses the pictures of authors on the jackets of books. i was one. all i ever wanted was to be a writer. though this yearning now seems like aspiring to be a blacksmith in the age of the automobile, my childhood image of what a writer did bestowed superhuman powers on the profession. a writer sat privately at her desk and made public things happen. the power was godlike. the sense of accomplishment had to be the same. making words slant across the page was like making rain. flowers grew in ink. hurricanes and revolutions were stirred up by the sound of pen scratching paper. the writer should never be ashamed of staring. there is nothing that does not require his attention. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. i may know the word but not say it / i may know the truth but not face it / i may hear a sound, a whisper sacred and profound / but turn my head, indifferent weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. with our thoughts, we make the world. any job a man can do to make his way in the world is a decent job as long as he works hard and does his best. god didn't put sweat on a man's body for no reason. he put it there so he could work hard, cleanse himself and feel proud. hard workin' folks only smell bad to some folks who have nothing better to do but stick their noses in the air. it's awfully hard to be b-b-brave when you are only a very small animal. never during its pilgrimage is the spirit of man completely adrift and alone. from start to finish its nucleus is the atman - the self - luminous abiding point, boundless as the sky, indivisible, absolute, the only reality. the soul is an emanation of the divinity, a part of the soul of the world, a ray from the source of light. it comes from without into the human body, as into a temporary abode, it goes out of it anew; it wanders in ethereal regions, it returns to visit.... it passes into other habitations, for the soul is immortal. from my rotting body, flowers shall grow and i am in them and that is eternity. 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. and so i choose to go with you / as if the choice were mine to make sure, the world is full of trouble. but as long as we have people undoing trouble, we have a pretty good world. my religion is very simple. my religion is kindness. the sun is always shining. even though clouds may come along and obscure the sun for awhile, the sun is always shining. the sun never stops shining. and even though the earth turns, and the sun appears to go down, it never stops shining. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. perfection is achieved not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. 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. nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. he felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not now where he ended and she began. horror is shock, a time of utter blindness. horror lacks every hint of beauty. all we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know. both my wife and daughter think i'm this gigantic loser and they're right.

You're never fully dressed without a smile. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? to love another person is to see the face of god..

Poets . . . create from the very depths of the collective unconscious, voicing aloud what others only dream. people living deeply have no fear of death. what i couldn't say was that the real reason was so much deeper and harder and that we spend our lives deceiving ourselves of these real reasons, perhaps because when they are clear they are too painful..