Thoughts
Quotes - Freedom is an illusion
"Where
you tend a rose, my lad, A thistle cannot grow.”
―
Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
“We
experience ourselves our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the
rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of
prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a
few persons nearest to us.”
―
Albert Einstein
“Use
the wings of the flying Universe,
Dream
with open eyes;
See
in darkness.”
―
Dejan Stojanovic
“The
most complicated skill is to be simple.”
―
Dejan Stojanovic
“He
who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.”
―
Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human: A Book for Free Spirits
“For
being different, it’s easy. But to be unique, it’s a complicated thing.”
―
Lady Gaga
“There
are very few friends that will lie down with you on empty streets in the middle
of the night, without a word. No questions, no asking why, just quietly lay
there with you, observing the stars, until you're ready to get back up on your
feet again and walk the last bit home, softly holding your hand as a quiet way
of saying “I'm here”.
It
was a beautiful night.”
―
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great
Perhaps
“The
things other people have put into my head, at any rate, do not fit together
nicely, are often useless and ugly, are out of proportion with one another, are
out of proportion with life as it really is outside my head.”
―
Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Breakfast of Champions
“It
was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she
was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.”
―
Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
“And
the spiders?"
"Still
there."
"But?"
"But
I can have spiders in my head as long as I don't let them consume me.”
―
T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea
“in
the afterglow
of
an evening rain
i
lay down
in
the grass
and
think of you
my
body aches
like
an after-kiss
breaking
in soft fires
and
wildflowers
my
dear,
i
will always be
this
tender for you.”
―
Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
“It
took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time,
to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence
and the white paper. And now that I can take it . . . now that I can finally do
it . . . I'm really raring to go.
I
was in my study writing. I was learning how to go down into myself and salvage
bits and pieces of the past. I was learning how to sneak up on the unconscious
and how to catch my seemingly random thoughts and fantasies. By closing me out
of his world, Bennett had opened all sorts of worlds inside my own head.
Gradually I began to realize that none of the subjects I wrote poems about
engaged my deepest feelings, that there was a great chasm between what I cared
about and what I wrote about. Why? What was I afraid of? Myself, most of all,
it seemed.
"Freedom
is an illusion," Bennett would have said and, in a way, I too would have
agreed. Sanity, moderation, hard work, stability . . . I believed in them too.
But what was that other voice inside of me which kept urging me on toward
zipless fucks, and speeding cars and endless wet kisses and guts full of
danger? What was that other voice which kept calling me coward! and egging me
on to burn my bridges, to swallow the poison in one gulp instead of drop by
drop, to go down into the bottom of my fear and see if I could pull myself up?
Was it a voice? Or was it a thump? Something even more primitive than speech. A
kind of pounding in my gut which I had nicknamed my "hunger-thump."
It was as if my stomach thought of itself as a heart. And no matter how I
filled it—with men, with books, with food—it refused to be still.
Unfillable—that's what I was. Nymphomania of the brain. Starvation of the
heart.”
―
Erica Jong, Fear of Flying
“A
good traveller is one who knows how to travel with the mind.”
―
Michael Bassey Johnson, The Book of Maxims, Poems and Anecdotes
“Don't
worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway”
―
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
“Sow
a thought, and you reap an act;
Sow
an act, and you reap a habit;
Sow
a habit, and you reap a character;
Sow
a character, and you reap a destiny.”
―
Samuel Smiles, Happy Homes and the Hearts That Make Them
“You
think I'm pretty
Without
any make-up on
You
think I'm funny
When
I tell the puch line wrong
I
know you get me
So
I'll let my walls come down, down”
―
Katy Perry
