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  • #1
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #2
    Sylvia Plath
    “I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #3
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.”
    Haruki Murakami, Pinball, 1973

  • #4
    Sylvia Plath
    “The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #6
    John  Adams
    “The longer I live, the more I read, the more patiently I think, and the more anxiously I inquire, the less I seem to know...Do justly. Love mercy. Walk humbly. This is enough.”
    John Adams, The Letters of John and Abigail Adams

  • #7
    Albert Camus
    “I don't want to be a genius-I have enough problems just trying to be a man.”
    Albert Camus

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #9
    Robin  Williams
    “I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.”
    Robin Williams

  • #10
    Haruki Murakami
    “No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.”
    haruki murakami

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  • #13
    Jostein Gaarder
    “Life is both sad and solemn. We are led into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other - and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived.”
    Jostein Gaarder, Sophie’s World

  • #13
    Sanober  Khan
    “love
    wounds me
    with soft pillows
    with tender lips
    and fingers”
    Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

  • #14
    Avijeet Das
    “words are tender
    and sensitive too
    words understand
    when others may not”
    Avijeet Das

  • #15
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “Which is it? Is man only a blunder of God? Or is God only a blunder of man?”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

  • #16
    Haruki Murakami
    “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #17
    Chuck Klosterman
    “I am ready to be alone.”
    Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story

  • #18
    Sylvia Plath
    “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #19
    Chuck Klosterman
    “It feels so exhausting to be so bad at something I loved so much.”
    Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story

  • #20
    Sylvia Plath
    “The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #21
    Sylvia Plath
    “I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #22
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #23
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #24
    Sylvia Plath
    “Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #25
    “Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

    Wear sunscreen.

    If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

    Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

    Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

    Do one thing everyday that scares you.

    Sing.

    Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

    Floss.

    Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

    Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

    Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

    Stretch.

    Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

    Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

    Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

    Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

    Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

    Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

    Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

    Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

    Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

    Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

    Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

    Respect your elders.

    Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

    Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

    Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

    But trust me on the sunscreen.”
    Mary Schmich, Wear Sunscreen: A Primer for Real Life

  • #26
    Sylvia Plath
    “Dying
    Is an art, like everything else.
    I do it exceptionally well.
    I do it so it feels like hell.
    I do it so it feels real.
    I guess you could say I have a call.”
    Sylvia Plath, Ariel



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