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Henry Miller Quotes

Henry Miller quotes

American Author, Writer, Painter December 26, 1891 – June 7, 1980

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For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The world is rotting away, dying piecemeal. But it needs the coup de grace, it needs to be blown to smithereens. Not one of us is intact, and yet we have in us all the continents and the seas between the continents and the birds of the air. We are going to put it down the evolution of this world... Henry Miller
Henry Miller quote: "There's something perverse about women...they're all..."
There's something perverse about women...they're all masochists at heart. Henry Miller
It’s like a man in the trenches again: he doesn’t know any more why he should go on living, because if he escapes now he’ll only be caught later, but he goes on just the same, and even though he has the soul of a cockroach and has admitted as much to himself, give him a gun or a knife or even just his bare nails, and he’ll go on slaughtering and slaughtering, he’d slaughter a million men rather than stop and ask himself why. Henry Miller
I've lived out my melancholy youth. I don't give a fuck anymore what's behind me, or what's ahead of me. I'm healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day. Today! Henry Miller
When you surrender, the problem ceases to exist. Try to solve it, or conquer it, and you only set up more resistance. . . . The most difficult thing to admit, and to realize with one's whole being, is that you alone control nothing. . . . Henry Miller
It is getting toward dinner time and people are straggling back to their rooms with that weary, dejected air which comes from earning a living honestly. Henry Miller
Henry Miller quote: "As long as that spark of passion is missing there is no human..."
As long as that spark of passion is missing there is no human significance in the performance. Henry Miller
Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate, or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. Henry Miller
Henry Miller quote: "It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another..."
It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another person, not with the mind, not even with the heart. Henry Miller
Man, as man, has never realized himself. The greater part of him, his potential being, has always been submerged. What is history if not the endless story of his repeated failures? Henry Miller
No man is great enough or wise enough for any of us to surrender our destiny to. The only way in which anyone can lead us is to restore to us the belief in our own guidance. Henry Miller
Henry Miller quote: "A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition."
A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition. Henry Miller
Henry Miller quote: "Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything..."
Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything. Henry Miller
My understanding of the meaning of a book is that the book itself disappears from sight, that it is chewed alive, digested and incorporated into the system as flesh and blood which in turn creates new spirit and reshapes the world. Henry Miller
Side by side with the human race there runs another race of beings, the inhuman ones, the race of artists who, goaded by unknown impulses, take the lifeless mass of humanity and by the fever and ferment with which they imbue it turn this soggy dough into bread and the bread into wine and the wine into song. Henry Miller

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