KatyMike > KatyMike's Quotes

Showing 1-30 of 51
« previous 1
sort by

  • #1
    George Washington Carver
    “When you do the common things in life in an uncommon way, you will command the attention of the world.”
    George Washington Carver

  • #2
    George Washington Carver
    “Start where you are, with what you have. Make something of it and never be satisfied.”
    George Washington Carver

  • #3
    George Washington Carver
    “I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.”
    George Washington Carver

  • #4
    George Washington Carver
    “Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough. Not only have I found that when I talk to the little flower or to the little peanut they will give up their secrets, but I have found that when I silently commune with people they give up their secrets also – if you love them enough.”
    George Washington Carver
    tags: love

  • #5
    George Washington Carver
    “Live at home”
    George Washington Carver

  • #6
    Coco Chanel
    “The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.”
    Coco Chanel

  • #7
    Roman Payne
    “She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. 'Time' for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.”
    Roman Payne

  • #8
    Flannery O'Connor
    “In yourself right now is all the place you've got.”
    Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood

  • #9
    Inga Muscio
    “Do not, under any circumstances, put this book down and turn on the teevee.

    The teevee debilitates our culture. ”
    Inga Muscio, Cunt: A Declaration of Independence

  • #10
    Inga Muscio
    “Grown-ups and children are not readily encouraged to unearth the power of words. Adults are repeatedly assured a picture is worth a thousand of them, while the playground response to almost any verbal taunt is 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.'
    I don't beg so much as command to differ.”
    Inga Muscio, Cunt: A Declaration of Independence

  • #11
    Inga Muscio
    “The individual artist is a medium for making representational and deeply meaningful symbols of the community’s collective consciousness, whether they are symbols of the community’s religion, love, hurt, power, hate, hope, dream, fables, foibles or on and on and on.”
    Inga Muscio, Cunt: A Declaration of Independence

  • #12
    Inga Muscio
    “What happens to people living in a society where everyone in power is lying, stealing, cheating and killing, and in our hearts we all know this, but the consequences of facing all these lies are so monstrous, we keep on hoping that maybe the corporate government administration and media are on the level with us this time.
    Americans remind me of survivors of domestic abuse.
    This is always the hope that this is the very, very, very last time one's ribs get re-broken again. ”
    Inga Muscio, Cunt: A Declaration of Independence

  • #13
    I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control
    “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #14
    Bob Marley
    “Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
    Bob Marley

  • #15
    Gregory Maguire
    “It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter upon them all.”
    Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister

  • #16
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “The beginning is always today.”
    Mary Shelley

  • #17
    Joseph Campbell
    “Follow your bliss.
    If you do follow your bliss,
    you put yourself on a kind of track
    that has been there all the while waiting for you,
    and the life you ought to be living
    is the one you are living.
    When you can see that,
    you begin to meet people
    who are in the field of your bliss,
    and they open the doors to you.
    I say, follow your bliss and don't be afraid,
    and doors will open
    where you didn't know they were going to be.
    If you follow your bliss,
    doors will open for you that wouldn't have opened for anyone else.”
    Joseph Campbell

  • #18
    Walt Whitman
    “Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
    Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle,
    Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
    Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where the child, leaving his bed, wander’d
    alone, bare-headed, barefoot,
    Down from the shower’d halo,
    Up from the mystic play of shadows, twining and twisting as if they were alive,
    Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
    From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
    From your memories, sad brother—from the fitful risings and fallings I heard,
    From under that yellow half-moon, late-risen, and swollen as if with tears,
    From those beginning notes of sickness and love, there in the transparent mist,
    From the thousand responses of my heart, never to cease,
    From the myriad thence-arous’d words,
    From the word stronger and more delicious than any,
    From such, as now they start, the scene revisiting,
    As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing,
    Borne hither—ere all eludes me, hurriedly,
    A man—yet by these tears a little boy again,
    Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves,
    I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter,
    Taking all hints to use them—but swiftly leaping beyond them,
    A reminiscence sing. ”
    Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

  • #19
    Wendell Berry
    “Until we understand what the land is, we are at odds with everything we touch. And to come to that understanding it is necessary, even now, to leave the regions of our conquest - the cleared fields, the towns and cities, the highways - and re-enter the woods. For only there can a man encounter the silence and the darkness of his own absence. Only in this silence and darkness can he recover the sense of the world's longevity, of its ability to thrive without him, of his inferiority to it and his dependence on it. Perhaps then, having heard that silence and seen that darkness, he will grow humble before the place and begin to take it in - to learn from it what it is. As its sounds come into his hearing, and its lights and colors come into his vision, and its odors come into his nostrils, then he may come into its presence as he never has before, and he will arrive in his place and will want to remain. His life will grow out of the ground like the other lives of the place, and take its place among them. He will be with them - neither ignorant of them, nor indifferent to them, nor against them - and so at last he will grow to be native-born. That is, he must reenter the silence and the darkness, and be born again.
    (pg. 27, "A Native Hill")”
    Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays

  • #20

    When you look out across the fields
    And you both see the same star
    Pitching its tent on the point of the steeple —
    That is the time to set out on your journey,
    With half a loaf and your mother’s blessing.

    Leave behind the places that you knew:
    All that you leave behind you will find once more,
    You will find it in the stories;
    The sleeping beauty in her high tower
    With her talking cat asleep
    Solid beside her feet — you will see her again.

    When the cat wakes up he will speak in Irish and Russian
    And every night he will tell you a different tale
    About the firebird that stole the golden apples,
    Gone every morning out of the emperor’s garden,
    And about the King of Ireland’s Son and the Enchanter’s Daughter.

    The story the cat does not know is the Book of Ruth
    And I have no time to tell you how she fared
    When she went out at night and she was afraid,
    In the beginning of the barley harvest,
    Or how she trusted to strangers and stood by her word:

    You will have to trust me, she lived happily ever after.


    Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin

  • #21
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
    and rightdoing there is a field.
    I'll meet you there.

    When the soul lies down in that grass
    the world is too full to talk about.”
    Rumi

  • #22
    Alice Walker
    “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.”
    alice walker, The Color Purple

  • #23
    Mary Oliver
    “Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #24
    Paulo Coelho
    “People give flowers as present because flowers contain true meaning of love. Anyone who tries to posses a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower in the field, you'll keep it forever.
    That is what the forest taught me. That you will never be mine, and that is why i will never lose you.”
    Paulo Coelho, Brida

  • #25
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  • #26
    Audrey Niffenegger
    “I am suddenly comsumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret.”
    Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife
    tags: life

  • #27
    Wendell Berry
    “Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
    vacation with pay. Want more
    of everything ready-made. Be afraid
    to know your neighbors and to die.

    And you will have a window in your head.
    Not even your future will be a mystery
    any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
    and shut away in a little drawer.

    When they want you to buy something
    they will call you. When they want you
    to die for profit they will let you know.
    So, friends, every day do something
    that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
    Love the world. Work for nothing.
    Take all that you have and be poor.
    Love someone who does not deserve it.

    Denounce the government and embrace
    the flag. Hope to live in that free
    republic for which it stands.
    Give your approval to all you cannot
    understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
    has not encountered he has not destroyed.

    Ask the questions that have no answers.
    Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
    Say that your main crop is the forest
    that you did not plant,
    that you will not live to harvest.

    Say that the leaves are harvested
    when they have rotted into the mold.
    Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
    Put your faith in the two inches of humus
    that will build under the trees
    every thousand years.

    Listen to carrion — put your ear
    close, and hear the faint chattering
    of the songs that are to come.
    Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
    Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
    though you have considered all the facts.
    So long as women do not go cheap
    for power, please women more than men.

    Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
    a woman satisfied to bear a child?
    Will this disturb the sleep
    of a woman near to giving birth?

    Go with your love to the fields.
    Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
    in her lap. Swear allegiance
    to what is nighest your thoughts.

    As soon as the generals and the politicos
    can predict the motions of your mind,
    lose it. Leave it as a sign
    to mark the false trail, the way
    you didn’t go.

    Be like the fox
    who makes more tracks than necessary,
    some in the wrong direction.
    Practice resurrection.”
    Wendell Berry

  • #28
    Coleman Barks
    “Beyond our ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing,
    there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
    When the soul lies down in that grass,
    the world is too full to talk about.
    Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
    doesn’t make sense any more.”
    Coleman Barks

  • #29
    Henry David Thoreau
    “Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold and hungry and weary.”
    Henry David Thoreau, On the Duty of Civil Disobedience

  • #30
    Anaïs Nin
    “I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.”
    Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 2: 1920-1923



Rss
« previous 1