Famous Quotes Ipsum

He had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the other, just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear. to talk to each other is but a more animated and audible thinking. the search for truth is more precious than its possession. 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. it is not the answer that enlightens, but the question. janis joplin taught me about passion. they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. the form of government most suitable to the artist is no government at all. a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. when you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. there i am in younger days, stargazing / painting picture perfect maps / of how my life and love would be / not counting the unmarked paths / of misdirection / my compass, faith in love's perfection / i missed ten million miles of road / i should have seen the unexamined life is not worth living. education, in the broadest, truest sense, will make an individual seek to help all people, regardless of race, regardless of color, regardless of condition. a kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. god is the friend of silence. trees, flowers, grass grow in silence. see the stars, moon, and sun, how they move in silence. oh, i just want to be wonderful. the girl at her music sits in another sort of light, the fitful, overcast light of life, by which we see ourselves and others only imperfectly, and seldom. we all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different, and yet the same. and yes - some dreams come true, and yes - some dreams fall through. i used to think if you fell from grace it was more likely than not the result of one stupendous error, or else an unfortunate accident. i hadn't learned that it can happen so gradually you don't lose your stomach or hurt yourself in the landing. in many species of moths, darwin had observed, the males prefer to inhabit more open territory, while the females cling under cover. she and cole were a biological cliche, was that it? a male and female following their separate natures? she glanced up from her waterfall of cream, wondering how to gentle down this thing between them. books are a uniquely portable magic..

Clothes make the man. naked people have little or no influence on society. 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. he had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the other, just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear. a pain stabbed my heart as it did every time i saw a girl i loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world. if i have been able to see farther than others, it was because i stood on the shoulders of giants. my friends have been few because i'm a freakish person and few share my interests. ... you know it's better to go alone than with a person one wearies of soon. i've done things alone chiefly because i never found people who cared about the things i've cared for enough to suffer the attendant hardships. but a true companion halves the misery and doubles the joys. it is true that i can be happy alone and many times i've felt relieved to be in solitude... but a real friend is not an intrusion. i believe in eating. i think women especially have this fear of eating, and i think there is a whole euphoric plane you can rise to when you have a good meal. you sit down and with every bite you honestly just say thank you. every child comes with the message that god is not yet discouraged of man. nothing i do is my fault. my family is dysfunctional and my parents won't empower me! consequently, i'm not self actualized! my behavior is addictive functioning in a disease process of toxic co-dependency! i need holistic healing and wellness before i accept any responsibility for my actions! i'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough. eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. the river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. on some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. i am haunted by waters. sometimes what seems like surrender isn't surrender at all. it's about what's going on in our hearts. about seeing clearly the way life is and accepting it and being true to it, whatever the pain, because the pain of not being true to it is far, far greater..

In the artist's own experience, of course, art is fundamentally indefinable, unsayable; there is something sacred about its demands upon the soul, something inherently mysterious in the forms it takes, no less than its contents. 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. can i follow you home and listen to you think? the cure for everything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see the shadows. perfection is achieved not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. loneliness is the first thing which god's eye named, not good. soul meets soul on lovers' lips. i think i met my match again/ passing round the candle light / in the center of this blizzard / you stood and melted all the ice i'll live as i choose or i will not live at all. the girl at her music sits in another sort of light, the fitful, overcast light of life, by which we see ourselves and others only imperfectly, and seldom. somewhere there was once a flower, a stone, a crystal, a queen, a king, a palace, a lover and his beloved, and this was long ago, on an island somewhere in the ocean 5,000 years ago ... such is love, the mystic flower of the soul. this is the center, the self. honesty is the first chapter of the book of wisdom. happy - smile. sad - frown. use the corresponding face for the corresponding emotion. those who love wisdom must be inquirers into many things indeed..