Famous Quotes Ipsum

It's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. sometimes i feel like i'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst, and then i remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it and it flows through me like rain and i can feel nothing but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid, little life. you have no idea what i'm talking about, i'm sure, but don't worry. you will someday. writers tend to devour people, themselves included. power consists.... in deciding which stories will be told. 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. an illiterate underbred book . . . the book of a self-taught working man . . . egotistic, insistent, raw, striking, and ultimately nauseating. when power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. when power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. when power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgement. 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 do you understand, / child, how the moon, the tide / is in our own image? 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. to laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and ignore the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or redeemed by social condition; or to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. this is to have succeeded. if you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. don't be surly at home, then go out in the street and start grinning ''good morning'' at total strangers. no man really becomes a fool until he stops asking questions. that's the way things come clear. all of a sudden. and then you realize how obvious they've been all along. people living deeply have no fear of death. do the thing you fear, and the death of fear is certain. maybe that's what bravery is, a stronger fear of not being brave. 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 fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. janis joplin taught me about passion. unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow. surely a king who loves pleasure is less dangerous than one who loves glory. how pleased can one sun setting make you if you humble yourself to it? how grateful can you really say that you are just to be here and live through it? beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. the least we can do is try to be there. you know that place between sleep and awake? where you still remember dreaming? that's where i'll always think of you. goodbyes always make my throat hurt . . . i need more hellos. no man's life is ordinary to himself. the unexamined life is not worth living. neurosis is the way of avoiding non-being by avoiding being. it's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. now, you may get the 8-pak, or you may get the 16-pak, but it's all in what you do with the crayons--the colors-- that you're given. now don't worry about coloring inside the lines or outside the lines. i say, color outside the lines! color right off the page!.

It's kind of fun to do the impossible. so much of what i see reminds me of something i read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? i sincerely hope a new generation will stand up that says: let's develop our brains and not just our bodies. girls that will say to a christina aguilera: you think you're a strong woman because you show your red thong? get a grip and put on some clothes. talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience. the truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. 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. sex. in america it's an obsession; in other parts of the world, a fact. it is wrong, then, to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences (like the meeting of anna, vronsky, the railway station and death, or the meeting of beethoven, tomas, tereza, and the cognac), but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. for he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty. there are two kinds of people: those who say to god, "thy will be done," and those to whom god says, "all right, then, have it your way." ordinary people believe only in the possible. extraordinary people visualize not what is possible or probable, but rather what is impossible. and by visualizing the impossible, they begin to see it as possible. the difference between the possible and the impossible lies in a person's determination. the street corner where always, for years, in passing you felt, unexplained, a pang of despair, like nausea, till one night, late, late, on that spot you were struck, struck still, and again felt how her head had thrust to your shoulder. i took us for better and i took us for worse / don't you ever forget it / now the steel bars between me and a promise / suddenly bend with ease / the closer i'm bound in love to you / the closer i am to free 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..

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. we do not write in order to be understood, we write in order to understand. doing. what you'll discover will be wonderful. what you'll discover will be yourself. we don't say everything that we could / so that we can say later / "oh, you misunderstood" 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. if we could stay that way forever; if we could stay filled to the brim and floating toward the darkness, never suffocating or dying - ..