QUOTEoftheDay

Friday
Jan162015

Bob Dylan II

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.

I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.

A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.

I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.

Don't criticize what you can't understand.

The future for me is already a thing of the past -
You were my first love and you will be my last

And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.

Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean.

Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that's exactly the way we want it to be.

He not busy being born is busy dying.

I think women rule the world and that no man has ever done anything that a woman either hasn't allowed him to do or encouraged him to do.

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repen.

Gonna change my way of thinking, make my self a different set of rules. Gonna put my good foot forward and stop being influenced by fools.

When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose.

Thursday
Jan152015

Charles Baudelaire II

Always be a poet, even in prose.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters

Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?

I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness.

Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.


Wednesday
Jan142015

A. A. Milne II

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet.
Even longer,' Pooh answered.

If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard

Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

Some people care too much. I think it's called love.

Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.

It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch

I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.

How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet
"You don't spell it...you feel it." - Pooh

One of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

What day is it?"
It's today," squeaked Piglet.
My favorite day," said Pooh.

If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.

The things that make me different are the things that make me.

Tuesday
Jan132015

Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”

People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.

The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.

Memories are worse than bullets.

Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.”

Making money isn't hard in itself... What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.

A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.

People talk too much. Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

Silence makes idiots seem wise even for a minute.


Monday
Jan122015

Elizabeth Berg

There are random moments - tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children's rooms - when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead

I hadn't realized how much I'd been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to.

You are always in my thoughts. When you were little, I knew your whereabouts at any given moment. Now that you are...off on your own, I still always know where you are, because I keep you in my heart.

You are born into your family and your family is born into you. No returns. No exchanges.

Don't let your habits become handcuffs.

I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

Sometimes serendipity is just intention unmasked.

I will come back as a little breeze. You will feel me on your face, and you will know that I am still listening. So you can still talk to me.

Never be afraid of doing the thing you know in your heart is right, even if others don't agree.

Anything we have, we are only borrowing. Anything. Any time.



Sunday
Jan112015

Dante Alighieri II

My course is set for an uncharted sea.

Do not be afraid; our fate
Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.

There is no greater sorrow
Than to recall a happy time
When miserable.

In that book which is my memory,
On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,
Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.

The path to paradise begins in hell.

Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.

The more a thing is perfect, the more if feels pleasure and pain.

The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.


Saturday
Jan102015

John Steinbeck II

Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.

I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.

I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.

All great and precious things are lonely.

It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.


Friday
Jan092015

Stephen Greenblatt

I think the writing of literature should give pleasure. What else should it be about?

 It is not nuclear physics. It actually has to give pleasure or it is worth nothing.

The greatest obstacle to pleasure is not pain; it is delusion.

Poems are difficult to silence.

The exercise of reason is not available only to specialists; it is accessible to everyone.

Art always penetrates the particular fissures in one's psychic life.

A comparably capacious embrace of beauty and pleasure - an embrace that somehow extends to death as well as life, to dissolution as well as creation - characterizes Montaigne's restless reflections on matter in motion, Cervantes's chronicle of his mad knight, Michelangelo's depiction of flayed skin, Leonardo's sketches of whirlpools, Caravaggio's loving attention to the dirty soles of Christ's feet.

Libraries, museums, and schools are fragile institutions.

“Compared to the unleashed forces of warfare and of faith, Mount Vesuvius was kinder to the legacy of antiquity.



Thursday
Jan082015

Khalil Gibran II

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.




Monday
Dec012014

Roland Barthes

I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.

Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

As a jealous man, I suffer four times over: because I am jealous, because I blame myself for being so, because I fear that my jealousy will wound the other, because I allow myself to be subject to a banality: I suffer from being excluded, from being aggressive, from being crazy, and from being common.

To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought...?

“Ultimately — or at the limit — in order to see a photograph well, it is best to look away or close your eyes. 'The necessary condition for an image is sight,'Janouch told Kafka; and Kafka smiled and replied: 'We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.

I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.

If I acknowledge my dependency, I do so because for me it is a means of signifying my demand: in the realm of love, futility is not a "weakness" or an "absurdity": it is a strong sign: the more futile, the more it signifies and the more it asserts itself as strength.)

The bastard form of mass culture is humiliated repetition... always new books, new programs, new films, news items, but always the same meaning.

Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?