Don’t get too deep, it leads to over thinking, and over thinking leads to problems that doesn’t even exist in the first place.

People have come, surpassed my soul and left.I have become hollow and the hollow space inside, hurts.

A few years after I gave some lectures for the freshmen at Caltech (which were published as the Feynman Lectures on Physics), I received a long letter from a feminist group. I was accused of...

Il troppo mi urta – è così insolito.Mi sentivo a disagio, spaesata -come una bacca di fratta montanatrapiantata sulla strada.E non avevo fame. Allora capiiche la fame è un istinto di chi guarda le vetrine...

All what is existing already existed. We are together for a while pondering in agile world.

The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.

I don’t know what I was hoping for. Some small praise, I guess. A bit of encouragement. I didn’t get it. Miss Parrish took me aside one day after school let out. She said she’d...

The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.

My head phones always allow me to listen to myself

Non parlavo mai – se non sollecitata. In quei casi – brevemente – a voce bassa.Non mi riusciva di vivere nella confusione. Mi vergognavo del chiasso.

Fear and hopelessness washed over her. She was looking her own mortality in the face, and it was a horrifying thing to do.

Live free, dream loud, be inspired, find your power.

Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back, A name in your recollection, down among a million same.” – A Perfect Circle.

I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

I will not just love you till death.I will love you for eternity,this life and the next.

In the darkened recesses of the Suburban, my opinion of the vampire rose considerably. There were far worse things than having to drink blood to survive. I could tolerate him, so long as he didn’t...

I have found so much beauty in the dark,as I have found a lot of horror in the light.

I’ve often heard it said, a preacherMight learn, with a comedian for a teacher.

THE BEST PLACES I HAVE BEEN TO ARE IN BOOKS.

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

I just thought it sounded good.

Philosophy is not to think deep, but simply speak life’s basics that arise, aware and awaken people who are knowingly or unknowingly in the state of sleep.

Thoughts are powerfulSo be careful

Reflections in the heart are more pronounced than those we view in a mirror.

The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently…is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.

The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium.

Nobody should have to die like these people had. I didn’t know each of their circumstances, but I had a good guess. These people had died in terror, horror, and pain. More than likely, they...

The characters in the four-lettered word FACT consist of seventy-five percent ACT, so it is always sensible to see the character of a person solely by his ACT or deeds than his words.

Just by looking at nature, I feel as if I’m being swallowed up into it, and in that moment I get the sensation that my body’s now a speck, a speck from long before I...

The eyes witness what is carved on the surface, but the hearts are witness to something much deeper.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

Learn to unearth your sacred potential.

Don’t go out there,” I yelled out, suddenly afraid for the man outside to figure out the way in. For whatever reason, so far he hadn’t. To my way of thinking, if someone isn’t in...

But how sane can the mind really be if it doesn’t even know its own depth?

Like the number nineeternity is forever mine

When a poet digs himself into a hole, he doesn’t climb out. He digs deeper, enjoys the scenery, and comes out the other side enlightened.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

I mind the unmindful, but I mind my own mind too. Mine your mind, and mine the minds of others. Mind.. you are mine!

How is your book doing?” or “How many copies have you sold?” are the questions for a salesman. To a writer, you better ask “What did you write today?”.

I don’t really wanna know what makes you leave, or when you’ll be back.I just wanna know what will make me cry at your arrival.

You are only as free as you think you are and freedom will always be as real as you believe it to be.

The hands of fate keep time on a heart-shaped clock.

you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

All that they lacked was the gift that descended upon the chosen disciples at Pentecost, in tongues of flame; symbolizing, it would seem, not the power of speech in foreign and unknown languages, but that...

Sometimes your light shines so bright that it blinds people from seeing who you really are.

She avoids deep thought like an empty restaurant, not out of stupidity, but a canny resolve to be happy.

Give me the strength to leaf, for I fear otherwise we may hang ourselves.

The child is more individualised than the adult, the patient more than the healthy man, the madman and the delinquent more than the normal and the non-delinquent. In each case, it is towards the first...

She wondered If I had woken up, would I have smelled his sadness, his desperation, and his detachment? His death, her breath. He told her once, she remembers, these two words have no other rhyme...