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Quotes From Here And There

Albert Einstein
Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius - and a lot of courage - to move in the opposite direction.
Dylan Thomas
I fell in love – that is the only expression I can think of – at once, and am still at the mercy of words, though sometimes now, knowing a little of their behavior very well, I think I can influence them slightly and have even learned to beat them now and then, which they appear to enjoy.
Eddie Cantor
It takes twenty years to become an overnight success.
Edward Abbey
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
e e cummings
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
Eyler Coates
We've all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually produce a masterpiece. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Without music, life would be a mistake.
Gustave Flaubert
The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.
Going to the Opera is like making love; we get bored but we come back.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
John Steinbeck
Only through imitation do we develop toward originality.
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
There is no remedy so easy as books, which if they do not give cheerfulness, at least restore quiet to the most troubled mind.
Leonard Cohen
Ring the bells that still can ring;
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything;
That's how the light gets in.
The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.
Paul Sweeney
You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.
Peter Altenberg
I never dreamed of being Shakespeare or Goethe, and I never expected to hold the great mirror of truth up before the world; I dreamed only of being a little pocket mirror, the sort that a woman can carry in her purse; one that reflects small blemishes, and some great beauties, when held close enough to the heart.
Robert Frost
In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money.
Satchel Paige
Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching.
Thomas Mann
A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
V S Naipaul
The writer has only to listen very carefully and with a clear heart to what people say to him, and ask the next question, and the next.

My Personal Library

The Rain-Song

Like the hearts of seasoned wanderers
That know many sweet and sordid tales,

One seeks the arrival of rain-bearers -

Agog raconteurs asail upon fiery gales.

Like the silent mark of changing seasons,

Tiny beads of sweat course the land of skin.

Other heralds, alas, have learnt louder lessons;

A yellow-goggled cuckoo makes a noisy din.

Like a shadow across a day’s decline,

The rain-clouds creep across the land.

Old wizened winds hasten - a sure sign,

And rains and lightning - a sonorous band.

Like a dream heavy upon my eyes,

The sweet scent of the first rains rests.

On the ledge, the weary papiha cries,

And the cuckoo does sheer jests.

Like eyes that know tears more than sight,

The sky does not stop for a very long time.

Once and again, paper-boats pass in plight,

As a muddy rill flows and grows into its prime.

Like a heart that does not know its reasons,

That lives life as if living a passing treason,

Over the fetters of time, I watch the illusions

And the drops that bide their time this season.

Like languid monsoon nights of yore,

The strains of Des, Malkauns and Malhar

Open up the melodies of unwritten lore,

And seek the longing that lies afar.

Like too much pleasure that is pain,

The last notes dissolve into tears.

Over the breeze, lilts a dream again;

And the sweet song of sleep nears.



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