Abraham Cahan Quotes
God, for example, appealed to me as a beardless man wearing a quilted silk cap; holiness was something burning, forbidding, something connected with fire while a day had the form of an oblong box.
Abraham Cahan
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When I'm out on the stage, it gives me this rush and anything that's on my mind and everything I'm going through is forgotten about.
Fantasia Barrino
The true self seeks release, not constraint. It doesn't want to be corseted in a sonnet or made to learn a system of musical notations. It wants liberation, which is why very often it fastens on the novel, for the novel seems spacious, undefined, free.
Rachel Cusk
I just let the songs tell me what to do - they are my guides, and they are the boss. So I am subservient to the songs, and I let them tell me what to do. I don't judge them; I just write whatever comes to me.
Valerie June
How much do you engage yourself in what's truly real and important in life? That's the individual question.
Ted Danson
Let that which stood in front go behind, let that which was behind advance to the front, let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions, let the old propositions be postponed.
Walt Whitman
Planning to write is not writing. Outlining, researching, talking to people about what you're doing, none of that is writing. Writing is writing.
E. L. Doctorow
'I don't see much sense in that,' said Rabbit.'No,' said Pooh humbly, 'there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it on the way.'
A. A. Milne
Did you know that according to legend, the guy who became Buddha decided to seek enlightenment the day he got a touch of gray? "Gray hairs," the would-be Buddha said, "are like angels sent by the god of death".
Anderson Cooper
Let the Lord your God be your hope – seek for nothing else from him, but let him himself be your hope. There are people who hope from him riches or perishable and transitory honours, in short they hope to get from God things which are not God himself.
Saint Augustine
Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Grey Life.
Aldous Huxley
God, for example, appealed to me as a beardless man wearing a quilted silk cap; holiness was something burning, forbidding, something connected with fire while a day had the form of an oblong box.
Abraham Cahan