Famous Quotes Ipsum

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. hell has no fury like women's fury. to love another person is to see the face of god. i do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal. all sorrows can be borne if they can be put into a story. how strange, this feeling that my life's begun at last.... sometimes the best way to figure out who you are is to get to that place where you don't have to be anything else. you will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. we had come together like elements erupting into an electric storm, exchanging energy, sharing change, brief and drenching. then we parted, passed, reformed, reshaping ourselves the better for the exchange. music is such a good way to resist. it keeps you strong; it has dignity. i felt very still and empty, the way the eye of the tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo..

Never trust the artist. trust the tale. action is eloquence. if you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people. 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. feel the fear and do it anyway. when the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly nothing will go quite as you wish - it is then that you must not hesitate. 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.' great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. 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." you can't help respecting anybody who can spell tuesday, even if he doesn't spell it right. every now and then, everybody is entitled to too much perfection. 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 we could stay that way forever; if we could stay filled to the brim and floating toward the darkness, never suffocating or dying - . i just want you to live up to the image of you i created. the course of true love never did run smooth. nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love. talk not of wasted affection. affection never was wasted. there is no greater power on earth or in heaven than pure love. the bravest are the tenderest. the loving are the daring. friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another "what! you too? i thought that no one but myself. kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music. 'tell me where it hurts,' she'd say. 'stop howling. just calm down and show me where.' but some people can't tell where it hurts. they can't calm down. they can't ever stop howling. ...he's more myself than i am. whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same... if all else perished and he remained, i should still continue to be, and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a might stranger. . . he's always, always in my mind; not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. i always feel i have to take a stand / and there's always someone on hand / to hate me for standing there... / i always feel i have to open my mouth, / and every time i do, i offend someone somewhere... it doesn't take much to rip us into pieces. life, like a dome of many-colored glass, / stains the white radiance of eternity..

Change only takes place through action. think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. hell has no fury like women's fury. 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. i pray because i can't help myself. i pray because i'm helpless. i pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. it doesn't change god, it changes me. two paths diverged in a wood, and i - i took the one less traveled by. and that has made all the difference. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. the whole business is built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it's total crap to pretend it's not. wit is educated insolence. i just want you to live up to the image of you i created. you can't shake hands with a closed fist. there is not a quiet place in the white man's cities... and what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night? i like your respect but i'd rather keep mine. my value lies in the fact that i am i. your value exists in the fact that you are you. there are those who struggle to make everyone the same. if we succumb, there will be no surprises, no laughter, no creativity, and no opera in the streets. the highest compact we can make with our fellow is - "let there be truth between us two forevermore." we are no longer friends, really, and yet i know we are a part of each other's lives in much the same way a dead parent, or lover, is only slightly beneath one's consciousness by day, and always behind closed lids in sleep. what is a friend? a single soul dwelling in two bodies. each life has its place how did it happen that their lips came together? how does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? a kiss, and all was said. we can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. i'm not going to die glamorously. i'll probably be eating a twinkie, take a bite, and fall over. it is in the compelling zest of high adventure and of victory, and in creative action, that man finds his supreme joys. reflect upon your blessings, of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. i felt very still and empty, the way the eye of the tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo..