Famous Quotes Ipsum

Imagining something is better than remembering something. for as long as i can remember, i had been transparent to myself, unselfconscious, learning, doing, most of every day. now i was in my own way; i myself was a dark object i could not ignore. i couldn't remember how to forget myself. i didn't want to think about myself, to reckon myself in, to deal with myself every livelong minute on top of everything else - but swerve as i might, i couldn't avoid it. i was a boulder blocking my own path. i was a dog barking between my own ears, a barking dog who wouldn't hush. so this was adolescence..... on the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth. the truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. music has been in my heart all the time, and poetry in my thoughts. the fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. i shall not die of a cold. i shall die of having lived. for tomorrow may rain, so i'll follow the sun. religion is a daughter of hope and fear, explaining to ignorance the nature of the unknowable. 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. it's still snowing. and freezing. however, we haven't had an earthquake lately. the officials thought it was a cruel joke to leave us stranded in the desert with no way to get home. what they didn't realize was that we were home, soul-centered and strong, women who recognized the sweet smell of sage as fuel for our spirits. 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. a wizard is never late. nor is he early. he arrives precisely when he means to..

Loyalty to a petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul. thou shalt not be a victim. thou shalt not be a perpetrator. above all, thou shalt not be a bystander. now, what was tiring had disappeared and only the beauty remained. so much of what i see reminds me of something i read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? the writer of originality, unless dead, is always shocking, scandalous; novelty disturbs and repels. mostly, we authors must repeat ourselves--that's the truth. we have two or three great moving experiences in our lives--experiences so great and moving that it doesn't seem at the time that anyone else has been so caught up and pounded and dazzled and astonished and beaten and broken and rescued and illuminated and rewarded and humbled in just that way ever before. writers aren't people exactly. or, if they're any good, they're a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. it's like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. who lean backward trying--only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers. words mean more than what is set down on paper - it takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning. it seems that whatever goes into my mouth makes me fat, just as whatever comes out of it embarrasses me. 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. 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. the truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. with our thoughts, we make the world. simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. be content with what you have, rejoice in the way things are. when you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you. by all accounts, sex is a personally encoded communique, continually reinvented. there must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but i don't know many of them. whenever i'm sad i'm going to die, or so nervous i can't sleep, or in love with somebody i won't be seeing for a week, i slump down just so far and then i say: 'i'll go take a hot bath.' 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. keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see the shadows. under every deep, a lower deep opens. there are absolute things in the world but you must look deeply for them. the things that first present themselves to your notice are for the most part relative. unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow. we are governed not by armies and police but by ideas. beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. the least we can do is try to be there. if we build a society based on honoring the earth, we build a society which is sustainable, and has the capacity to support all life forms. every man's memory is his private literature. the human soul is very much older than the human mind. live simply, but be complicated..

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. i don't want my hair cut! i don't want my eyebrows up or down. i want them right where they are! i'm leaving now, and if anyone so much as makes a move to stop me, there'll be plenty of hair cut and it won't be mine! power consists.... in deciding which stories will be told. i have not lived as a woman. i've lived as a man. i've just done what i damn well wanted to and i've made enough money to support myself and i ain't afraid of being alone. truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. 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. that's the way things come clear. all of a sudden. and then you realize how obvious they've been all along. two paths diverged in a wood, and i - i took the one less traveled by. and that has made all the difference. i don't think there is anything good about fame. 'tables in restaurants.' people say that but, then again, why don't you just call the day before? or go eat somewhere else? when you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. 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. it is beautiful that our lives coincided for so long. i have the sense to recognize / that i don't know how to let you go what is life? it is the flash of a firefly in the night. it is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. it is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset..