Famous Quotes Ipsum

Imagining something is better than remembering something. anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. all good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words? my understanding of truth can change from day to day, and my commitment must be to truth rather than to consistency. if a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as michelangelo painted, or beethoven composed music, or shakespeare composed poetry. he should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. 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. i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul. why? wherefore? inasmuch as which? call it fate, call it luck, call it karma. i believe everything happens for a reason. returning, i had to cross before the looking-glass; my fascinated glance involuntarily explored the depth it revealed. all looked colder and darker in that visionary hollow than in reality; and the strange little figure there gazing at me, with a white face and arms specking the gloom, and glittering eyes of fear moving where all else was still, had the effect of a real spirit: i thought it like one of the tiny phantoms, half fairy, half imp, bessie's evening stories represented as coming out of lone, ferny dells in moors, and appearing before the eyes of travelers. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. finish each day and be done with it. you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering. i think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. to conquer loneliness we shall each have to assume the sacred responsibility of becoming a complete person. and most of all, to define ourselves without always including someone else in the definition..

Nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. truth is in the eye of the beholder. there has never been an answer. there never will be an answer. that's the answer. that's the way things come clear. all of a sudden. and then you realize how obvious they've been all along. too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. compassion can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind. the fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. ordinary people believe only in the possible. extraordinary people visualize not what is possible or probable, but rather what is impossible. and by visualizing the impossible, they begin to see it as possible. it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. 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 i always thought of myself as a house. i was always what i lived in. it didn't need to be big. it didn't even need to be beautiful. it just needed to be mine. i became what i was meant to be. i built myself a life. i built myself a house..

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. 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. all art is quite useless. everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. personally, i would sooner have written alice in wonderland than the whole encyclopedia britannica. you must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. people living deeply have no fear of death. too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. it isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for the long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security. 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. the soul is an emanation of the divinity, a part of the soul of the world, a ray from the source of light. it comes from without into the human body, as into a temporary abode, it goes out of it anew; it wanders in ethereal regions, it returns to visit.... it passes into other habitations, for the soul is immortal. the body of b. franklin, / printer, / like the cover of an old book, / its contents torn out / and / stripped of its lettering and gilding, / lies here / food for worms, / but the work shall not be lost, / for it will, as he believed / appear once more / in a new and more elegant edition / revised and corrected / by the author. watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever. religion is a daughter of hope and fear, explaining to ignorance the nature of the unknowable. the sun is always shining. even though clouds may come along and obscure the sun for awhile, the sun is always shining. the sun never stops shining. and even though the earth turns, and the sun appears to go down, it never stops shining. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. when you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. footfalls echo in the memory / down the passage we did not take / towards the door we never opened / into the rose garden you know that place between sleep and awake? where you still remember dreaming? that's where i'll always think of you. i wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. every hour i am more and more concentrated in you; every thing else tastes like chaff in my mouth..