Famous Quotes Ipsum

The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them. it is not the answer that enlightens, but the question. never judge a book by its movie. a religion without the element of mystery would not be a religion at all. be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. you live longer once you realize that any time spent being unhappy is wasted. i am in that temper that if i were under water, i would scarcely kick to come to the top. how does wild woman affect women? with her as ally, as leader, model, teacher, we see, not through two eyes, but through the eyes of intuition which is many-eyed. when we assert intuition, we are therefore like the starry night: we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes. camerado, i give you my hand! / i give you my love more precious than money, / i give you myself before preaching or law; / will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me? / shall we stick by each other as long as we live? the hours i spend with you i look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. you and you alone make me feel that i am alive. other men it is said have seen angels, but i have seen thee and thou art enough. becoming responsible adults is no longer a matter of whether children hang up there pajamas or put dirty towels in the hamper, but whether they care about themselves and others -- and whether they see everyday chores as related to how we treat this planet..

It's kind of fun to do the impossible. anyone can look for fashion in a boutique or history in a museum. the creative explorer looks for history in a hardware store and fashion in an airport. 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. we don't say everything that we could / so that we can say later / "oh, you misunderstood" true religion is real living; living with all one's soul, with all one's goodness and righteousness. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. what is to give light must endure burning. footfalls echo in the memory / down the passage we did not take / towards the door we never opened / into the rose garden a memory without a blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure, an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment horror is shock, a time of utter blindness. horror lacks every hint of beauty. all we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know. 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! when the baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. and now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. so there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl. nothing at last is sacred but the integrity of your own mind. intellectual growth is contingent upon mastering the social means of thought, that is, language. words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. 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. that girl is like a sunburn. the moment we indulge our affections, the world is metamorphosed. the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return. and another thing. love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. and when it subsides you have to make a decision. you have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. because that is what love is. love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. . . . that is just being "in love", which any fool can do. love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. your mother and i had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. the real which is at the heart of the universe is reflected in the infinite depths of the self. once in awhile it really hits people that they don't have to experience the world in the way they have been told to. the function of freedom is to free somebody else. i'm a godmother... that's a great thing to be, a godmother. she calls me god for short - that's cute! i taught her that. 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 if we hadn't our bewitching autumn foliage, we should still have to credit the weather with one feature which compensates for all its bullying vagaries -- the ice storm: when a leafless tree is clothed with ice from the bottom to the top -- ice that is as bright and clear as crystal; when every bough and twig is strung with ice-beads, frozen dew-drops, and the whole tree sparkles cold and white, like the shah of persia's diamond plume. then the wind waves the branches and the sun comes out and turns all those myriads of beads and drops to prisms that glow and burn and flash with all manner of colored fires, which change and change again with inconceivable rapidity from blue to red, from red to green, and green to gold -- the tree becomes a spraying fountain, a very explosion of dazzling jewels; and it stands there the acme, the climax, the supremest possibility in art or nature, of bewildering, intoxicating, intolerable magnificence. one cannot make the words too strong. this was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected - insofar as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life. philosophy is really homesickness; the wish to be everywhere at home..

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. metaphors are not to be trifled with. a single metaphor can give birth to love. 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. there are no mistakes, no coincidences. all events are blessings given to us to learn from. i say to mankind, be not curious about god. for i, who am curious about each, am not curious about god - i hear and behold god in every object, yet understand god not in the least. beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. the least we can do is try to be there. 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. when christ said: "i was hungry and you fed me," he didn't mean only the hunger for bread and for food; he also meant the hunger to be loved. jesus himself experienced this loneliness. he came amongst his own and his own received him not, and it hurt him then and it has kept on hurting him. the same hunger, the same loneliness, the same having no one to be accepted by and to be loved and wanted by. every human being in that case resembles christ in his loneliness; and that is the hardest part, that's real hunger. i used to hate writing assignments, but now i enjoy them. i realised that the purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure poor reasoning and inhibit clarity. with a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog! women have been burnt as witches simply because they were beautiful. all you need is love. he that would do another good must do it in minute particulars. and i didn't know if the forgiveness itself was light, glittery stuff that showered down and absolved a person and set them free, or if, instead, it was heavy, cumbersome, a new debt, a currency that was continuously renewed no matter how much was paid out. i should have explained to him that i felt as if i had fallen from space into a well and that it would take more than a proffered human hand to get me out. a kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. that's basic spelling that every woman ought to know. to treat life as less than a miracle is to give up on it. 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. how long till my soul gets it right / can any human being ever reach that kind of light? whatever is past / and has come to an end / cannot be brought back by sorrow.