Famous Quotes Ipsum

I would rather fix something more important than my hair. don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. the act of writing is the act of discovering what you believe. the one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. the search for truth is more precious than its possession. 'when i was a kid,' said irie softly, ringing the bell for their stop, 'i used to think they were little alibis. bus tickets. i mean, look: they've got the time. the date. the place. and if i was up in court, and i had to defend myself, and prove i wasn't where they said i was, doing what they said i did, when they said i did it, i'd pull out one of those.' you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. 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. sex. in america it's an obsession; in other parts of the world, a fact. what do you experience with your first mouthful of hot fudge sundae? its not surprising that we carry it over to describe the intensity of love and sex. i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul. a new position of responsibility will usually show a man to be a far stronger creature than was supposed. 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. if i can stop one heart from breaking, i will not live in vain. there is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear. anyone can look for fashion in a boutique or history in a museum. the creative explorer looks for history in a hardware store and fashion in an airport. 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. but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? 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. we can't all, and some of us don't. that's all there is to 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. the real voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes - but of having new eyes. every man's memory is his private literature. loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight. goodbyes always make my throat hurt . . . i need more hellos. a life of self-indulgence, if led with a whole heart, may also bring a certain wisdom..

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. change only takes place through action. i could lay here and read all night. i am not able to fall asleep without reading. you have that time when your brain has nothing constructive to do so it rambles. i fool my brain out of that by making it read until it shuts off. i just think it's best to do something right up until you fall asleep. tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. hell has no fury like women's fury. but surely to tell these tall tales and others like them would be to speed the myth, the wicked lie, that the past is always tense and the future, perfect. and as archie knows, it's not like that. it's never been like that. 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. the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. 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. 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. that's the way things come clear. all of a sudden. and then you realize how obvious they've been all along. besides, i didn't have anything to fear anymore. maybe all post-suicidals feel that way. it's really great - it gives you a real sense of, not bravery exactly, and not recklessness, quite, but something in between the two. if i'd survived my own best attempts at dying, it probably just wasn't in the cards for me to perish young. maybe that's what bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave. when i dare to be powerful / to use my strength / in the service of my vision / then it becomes / less and less important / whether i am afraid. the cure for everything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. i'll pretend this is real / 'cause this is what i like best start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. 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. we don't see things as they are - we see them as we are. these things seem small and indistinguishable, like far-off mountains turned into clouds. we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. what is to give light must endure burning. the primary and most beautiful of nature's qualities is motion. to love another person is to see the face of god..

Change is an easy panacea. it takes character to stay in one place and be happy there. a day is a miniature eternity. why? wherefore? inasmuch as which? 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..