Famous Quotes Ipsum

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. in the artist's own experience, of course, art is fundamentally indefinable, unsayable; there is something sacred about its demands upon the soul, something inherently mysterious in the forms it takes, no less than its contents. art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. an illiterate underbred book . . . the book of a self-taught working man . . . egotistic, insistent, raw, striking, and ultimately nauseating. the feeling of sunday is the same everywhere: heavy, melancholy, standing still. like when they say, 'as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be; world without end.' can i follow you home and listen to you think? music has been in my heart all the time, and poetry in my thoughts. we all agree that your theory is crazy, but is it crazy enough? 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. you're never fully dressed without a smile. watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever. they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. the form of government most suitable to the artist is no government at all. a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. 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 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. we are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams..

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. it's important to have a voice; it's more important to use it. tolerating blind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion ultimately takes our lives. the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. they must be felt with the heart. to read a writer, for me, is not merely to get an idea of what he says, but to go off with him and travel in his company. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. lolita is famous, not i. i am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable last name. perhaps you too have met in the cause of your life women of that sort, who are self-luminous and shine in the dark, who are phosphorescent, like touchwood. we are wise, wise women. we are giggling girls. never joke about a woman's hair, clothes or menstrual cycle. page one. sit down before fact like a little child, and be prepared to give up every preconceived notion, follow humbly wherever and to whatever abyss nature leads, or you shall learn nothing. the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. a warm smile is the universal language of kindness. the greatest complexity is the greatest simplicity. the more "complex" a system is, the more simple is its design. indeed, it is utterly elegant in its simplicity. the master understands this. that is why a highly evolved being lives in utter simplicity. it's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy. 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. 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. i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. in a cruel and imperfect world, she was living proof that god could still create perfection. you teach what you have to learn. it is not necessary to have achieved perfection to speak of perfection. it is not necessary to have achieved mastery to speak of mastery. it is not necessary to have achieved the highest level of evolution to speak of the highest level of evolution. seek only to be genuine. strive to be sincere. 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. when you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. 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. 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. 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. a pain stabbed my heart as it did every time i saw a girl i loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world. the person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. his heart withers if it does not answer another heart. his mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration. there are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle. the other is as though everything is a miracle..

It's kind of fun to do the impossible. when i get a little money, i buy books; and, if any is left, i buy food and clothes. lolita is famous, not i. i am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable last name. words mean more than what is set down on paper - it takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning. talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience. hell has no fury like women's fury. the search for truth is more precious than its possession. weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. it is not the answer that enlightens, but the question. there has never been an answer. there never will be an answer. that's the answer. people living deeply have no fear of death. too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. 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 very greatest mystery is in unsheathed reality itself. it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. bush thinks he is still living in the age of cowboys, and that the world is like texas with himself as sheriff. these things seem small and indistinguishable, like far-off mountains turned into clouds. no pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land or opened a new doorway for the human spirit. 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. hope is a dangerous thing. drive a man insane..