Famous Quotes Ipsum

The individual is born of nature, but the artist is born of that individual, yearning to transcend the merely "natural" and to make complete that which, existentially, is forever incomplete, unrealized. when power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. when power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. when power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgement. truth indeed rather alleviates than hurts, and will always bear up against falsehood, as oil does above water. is it oblivion or absorption when things pass from our minds? besides, i didn't have anything to fear anymore. maybe all post-suicidals feel that way. it's really great - it gives you a real sense of, not bravery exactly, and not recklessness, quite, but something in between the two. if i'd survived my own best attempts at dying, it probably just wasn't in the cards for me to perish young. destiny is not what is already made; destiny is what we are making. many people think that we are in the hands of destiny, driven in whatever direction life desires or wills, but really, we are the masters of our destiny, especially from the moment we realize this fact. man is responsible for his rise and fall. 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. sure, the world is full of trouble. but as long as we have people undoing trouble, we have a pretty good world. in our minds we can understand the highest god, but so long as we are in human bodies living in this rich and varied world, we need images that we can see and touch and love. and each one of them shows us a part of that supreme power, and all the parts together give us a glimpse of the whole. so the people who insist there is only one god are right, and so are those who honor the many, but they are right in different ways. the difference between the possible and the impossible lies in a person's determination. 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. footfalls echo in the memory / down the passage we did not take / towards the door we never opened / into the rose garden 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 glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all. it is curious how silly, trivial things, sometimes for no apparent reason, become significant. at first you laugh at these things, you think they are of no importance, you go on and you feel that you haven't got the strength to stop yourself... and so it seems to me that if i die, i shall take part in life one way or another..

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. love is a great beautifier. the moment of change is the only poem. personally, i would sooner have written alice in wonderland than the whole encyclopedia britannica. i am woman, hear me roar! on the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth. it takes two to speak truth - one to speak and another to hear. 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.' 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. millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. what i couldn't say was that the real reason was so much deeper and harder and that we spend our lives deceiving ourselves of these real reasons, perhaps because when they are clear they are too painful. be still and know that i am god. how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? footfalls echo in the memory / down the passage we did not take / towards the door we never opened / into the rose garden 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. i glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all..

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. now, what was tiring had disappeared and only the beauty remained. it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. sometimes i feel like i'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst, and then i remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it and it flows through me like rain and i can feel nothing but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid, little life. you have no idea what i'm talking about, i'm sure, but don't worry. you will someday. writers tend to devour people, themselves included. the blood jet is poetry, there is no stopping it. every now and then go away, even briefly, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer; since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power. peace begins with a smile. it is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it. it's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. give me a museum and i'll fill it. 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? how pleased can one sun setting make you if you humble yourself to it? how grateful can you really say that you are just to be here and live through it? you can't help respecting anybody who can spell tuesday, even if he doesn't spell it right. everything possible to be believed is an image of truth. loneliness is the first thing which god's eye named, not good. i glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all. all sanity is great madness, but the greatest madness of all is to live life the way it is, rather than as it should be. live simply, but be complicated. it's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. now, you may get the 8-pak, or you may get the 16-pak, but it's all in what you do with the crayons--the colors-- that you're given. now don't worry about coloring inside the lines or outside the lines. i say, color outside the lines! color right off the page!.