Famous Quotes Ipsum

Art teaches nothing but the significance of life. change only takes place through action. freedom lies in being bold. 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. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. 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. tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. smile at each other, smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other -- it doesn't matter who it is -- and that will help you to grow up in greater love for each other. 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. there are no mistakes, no coincidences. all events are blessings given to us to learn from. in languages that form the word 'compassion' not from the root 'suffering' but from the root 'feeling', the word is used in approximately the same way, but to contend that it designates a bad or inferior sentiment is difficult. the secret strength of its etymology floods the word with another light and gives it a broader meaning: to have compassion (co-feeling) means not only to be able to live with others' misfortune but also able to feel with him any emotion - joy, anxiety, happiness, pain. this kind of compassion therefore signifies the maximal capacity of affective imaginations, the art of emotional telepathy. in the hierarchy of sentiments, then, it is supreme. 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. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. perfection is terrible; it cannot have children. i preach there are all kinds of truths, your truth and somebody else's. but behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth. 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> i think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. loneliness is the first thing which god's eye named, not good..

Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. the stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. one can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. they must be felt with the heart. she walks in beauty, like the night / of cloudless climes and starry skies; / and all that's best of dark and bright / meet in her aspect and her eyes: / thus mellow'd to that tender light / which heaven to gaudy day denies truth is in the eye of the beholder. if the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another. we all agree that your theory is crazy, but is it crazy enough? every now and then go away, even briefly, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer; since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power. question with boldness even the existence of a god; because, if there is one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blind-folded fear. 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. they are composed like music. guided by his sense of beauty, and individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (beethoven's music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life. anna could have chosen another way to take her life. but the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress. destiny is not what is already made; destiny is what we are making. many people think that we are in the hands of destiny, driven in whatever direction life desires or wills, but really, we are the masters of our destiny, especially from the moment we realize this fact. man is responsible for his rise and fall. as the last leaf falls it only symbolizes the end of the tree's cycle, not the end of the tree's life. so too, as we complete our life cycle, there is a new beginning as our souls journey onward. 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. 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. in memory, everything seems to happen to music. these things seem small and indistinguishable, like far-off mountains turned into clouds. fortune does not change men, it unmasks them. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering. if i had a formula for bypassing trouble, i wouldn't pass it around. wouldn't be doing anybody a favor. trouble creates a capacity to handle it. i don't say embrace trouble. that's as bad as treating it as an enemy. but i do say, meet it as a friend, for you'll see a lot of it and had better be on speaking terms with it. 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. moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting. 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. you know that place between sleep and awake? where you still remember dreaming? that's where i'll always think of you. i know that a life without love is no life at all. loneliness is the first thing which god's eye named, not good. no man's life is ordinary to himself..

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. clothes make the man. naked people have little or no influence on society. if the path is beautiful, let us not ask where it leads. it isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for the long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security. at the worst i accepted hollywood with the resignation of a ghost assigned to a haunted house. there is always a little corner which remains a secret to the world - and is only known to those two. tereza knew what happens during the moment love is born: the woman cannot resist the voice calling forth her terrified soul; the man cannot resist the woman whose soul thus responds to his voice. both my wife and daughter think i'm this gigantic loser and they're right.