Famous Quotes Ipsum

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. 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. personally, i would sooner have written alice in wonderland than the whole encyclopedia britannica. all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. poets . . . create from the very depths of the collective unconscious, voicing aloud what others only dream. can i follow you home and listen to you think? think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself. the obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply. who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught tangled in a woman's body? compassion can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind. 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. nothing is really so very frightening when everything is so very dangerous. there is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear. 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. we say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. it never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance. all religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. all these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom. the very greatest mystery is in unsheathed reality itself. it's really a wonder that i haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. yet i keep them, because in spite of everything i still believe that people are really good at heart. i simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. the whole business is built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it's total crap to pretend it's not. 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. there is something very wonderful in music. words are wonderful enough; but music is even more wonderful. it speaks not to our thoughts as words do; it speaks straight to our hearts and spirits, to the very core and root of our souls. music soothes us, stirs us up; it puts noble feelings in us; it melts us to tears; we know not how - it is a language by itself, just as perfect, in its way, as speech, as words. we shall not cease from exploration - and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started - and know the place for the first time. 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. years ago i discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. the unexamined life is not worth living. for man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, perfectly alive..

I would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. 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 discovered i scream the same way whether i'm about to be devoured by a great white or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot. all things are possible until they are proved impossible - and even the impossible, may only be so as of now. it is possible to live twenty-four hours a day in a state of love. every movement, every glance, every thought, and every word can be infused with love. i'm at peace with the world. i'm completely serene. i've discovered my purpose in life. i know why i was put here and why everything exists... i am here so everybody can do what i want. once everybody accepts it, they'll be serene too. thoreau once said most men lead lives of quiet desperation... don't be resigned to that. live life!.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. it's important to have a voice; it's more important to use it. we must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee. it took me too long to realize / that i don't take good pictures / 'cause i have the kind of beauty / that moves and may these characters remain / when all is ruin once again to talk to each other is but a more animated and audible thinking. does a hero know she's a hero if no one tells her? do you know a hero no one else knows? a hero doesn't have to save a busload of school kids from certain disaster; or score the winning point in the big game. a hero can be anyone who inspires you, anyone you look up to ,anyone who cheers you on, makes you feel better than you were before - just as they made themselves better then they were before. do you know a hero? tell her. then tell everyone else. you're never fully dressed without a smile. by all accounts, sex is a personally encoded communique, continually reinvented. history is particularly important in throwing light on the source of our attitudes about sex because many of the assumptions we make are not necessarily scientific or rational but holdovers of past belief systems that are no longer held by modern society. 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. 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. i often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? suppose we could use one life, already ended, as sort of a rough draft for another? i think that every one of us would try, more than anything else, not to repeat himself, at the very least he would rearrange his manner of life, he would make sure of rooms like these, with flowers and light... i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. 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. how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? the universe is made of stories, not atoms. you'll remember me like a melody / yeah, i'll haunt the world inside you nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. everything possible to be believed is an image of truth. 'the horror of that moment,' the king went on,' i shall never, never forget!'<p> 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 'so i ran like the wind to the water "please don't leave me again" i cried. and i threw bitter tears at the ocean and all that came back was the tide. if we could stay that way forever; if we could stay filled to the brim and floating toward the darkness, never suffocating or dying - . a life of self-indulgence, if led with a whole heart, may also bring a certain wisdom. for man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, perfectly alive..