Famous Quotes Ipsum

Loyalty to a petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul. saturday found him for the first time strolling alone through zurich, breathing in the heady smell of his freedom. new adventures hid around each corner. the future was again a secret. the search for truth is more precious than its possession. the whole difference between construction and creation is this; that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed, but a thing created is loved before it exists. the real voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes - but of having new eyes. moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting. if a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. it is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality. we think back through our mothers if we are women. an idealist who couldn't cope becomes cynical. expectations are the most perilous form of dream, and when dreams do realize themselves it is in the waking world: the difference is often subtly but painfully felt. television is a triumph of equipment over people, and the minds that control it are so small that you could put them in a gnat's navel with room left over for two caraway seeds and an agent's heart. if you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. if you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you..

Youth is wasted on the young. 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. the only thing worth saying is what you really feel. in our struggle for freedom, truth is the only weapon we possess. 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. 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. when you get into a tight place and it seems you can't go on, hold on, for that's just the place and the time that the tide will turn. it takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. 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. he who has a 'why' to live can bear almost any 'how'. footfalls echo in the memory / down the passage we did not take / towards the door we never opened / into the rose garden there is no greater power on earth or in heaven than pure love. the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return. the minute i heard my first love story / i started looking for you, not knowing / how blind that was. / lovers don't finally meet somewhere. / they're in each other all along. we must not allow other people's limited perceptions to define us. the nature of this flower is to bloom. we are trees glued to the same forest. and the mississippi's mighty / but it starts in minnesota / at a place that you could walk across / with five steps down / and i guess that's how you started / like a pinprick to my heart / but at this point you rush right through me / and i start to drown what i want: humanity, humor, depth. if you press me to say why i loved him, i can say no more than because he was he, and i was i. insist upon yourself. be original. it is in the compelling zest of high adventure and of victory, and in creative action, that man finds his supreme joys. we are not empty-headed celebrities..

If the path is beautiful, let us not ask where it leads. 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. the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. and if tonight my soul may find her peace / in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, / and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower / then i have been dipped again in god, and new-created. have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause in a roomful of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're all alone in the whole house? each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful, if you listen carefully. 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. wit is educated insolence. you know, i can't apologize for everything i know. all sorrows can be borne if they can be put into a story. a word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used. kiss me, and you will see how important i am. there is only one of you in the world, just one. and if that is not fulfilled, then something has been lost. this, above all, to thine own self be true. thou canst not then be false to any man. of all the injuries inflicted by racism on people of color, the most corrosive is the wound within, the internalized racism that leads some victims, at unspeakable cost to their own sense of self, to embrace the values of their oppressors. electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons, which you cannot see with the naked eye unless you have been drinking. dreams come true. without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them. it's hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightening. alice once told me that when her mother died it was as if the lights had been snuffed out, as if the volume had been turned down so low you couldn't hear anything. what is new is that we now know so very much about the world, or at least the part of it that is most picturesquely exploding on any given day, that we're left with a desperate sense that all of it is exploding, all the time. as far as i can tell, that is the intent and purpose of television news. we see so much, understand so little, and are simultaneously told so much about what we think, as a populace polled minute by minute, that it begins to feel like an extraneous effort to listen at all to our hearts. you're afraid of all those symbols on the blackboard? let me tell you, when i walk into a room, it's the symbols that are afraid..