Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Monday, April 8, 2013

Wild Horses And Toads

He who is not an enigma to himself doesn't know himself.

Now that I no longer think I find words for all my thoughts.

No longer to pretend to know, or even guess, what shapes human destinies, human lives.

No lily cares if it's the first.

For lack of love one does a million other things.

We tame wild horses, and worse make it a crime to be one.

Dreams were the first movies.

Now that we know war is absurd there are more wars than ever.

A toad can dream of outrunning a train.

One learns by doing, not by learning to do.

First there must be flowers; then you can arrange them.

A new theory doesn't change the way things actually happen.

The classical is what you praise: the romantic is what you love.

Truth is an outlaw in every country.

You don't have to die to be resurrected.





Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Most Beautiful Fact Of All

Imagination, to really soar, must keep one foot on the ground.

I never compete; I only play.

Let every breeze draw you out of yourself.

Tears have always been easier to shed than explain.

Solitude is where one discovers one is not alone.

When I saw the geese floating on the lake I saw what my life could be.

All people die.  Is that reality or just my point of view?

Who gave fire permission to burn?

There is music you never hear unless you play it yourself.

Birds don't fly because they're in a hurry.

See the buds with your own eyes; touch the acorn with your own hand.

Defying gravity is easy; not falling is the hard thing.

Morning will come, it has no choice.

Making adjustments while moving is my idea of thinking.

Philosophy: unsound conclusions based on sound reasoning.

Being right: the human disease.

The first kiss and the first glass of wine are the best.

The direction a cloud is moving is always approved of by the wind.

What is heroic is not making life any harder than it has to be.

Words have to make sense; facts don't.  That life makes no sense is the most beautiful fact of all.