You Quotes (page 33)
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You have not known what you are--you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life;
Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of the time;
What you have done returns already in mockeries;
Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?
The mockeries are not you;
Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk;
Walt Whitman
You can tell it any way you want but that's the way it is. I should of done it and I didn’t. And some part of me has never quit wishin I could go back. And I cant. I didn’t know you could steal your own life. And I didn’t know that it would bring you no more benefit than about anything else you might steal. I think I done the best with it I knew how but it still wasn’t mine. It never has been.
Cormac McCarthy
You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you.
Anton Chekhov
You are interested in a person, not in life, and people die or leave us ... But if you are interested in life it never lets you down. I am interested in the blueness of cheese. You don't do crosswords, do you, Mr. Wormold? I do, and they are like people: one reaches an end. I can finish any crossword within an hour, but I have a discovery concerning the blueness of cheese that will never come to a conclusion.
Graham Greene
You aimin' to go the full circle now? How long before I have to come get you up from the sidewalks? You got hurt and pain in you? Well, I used to know a man who knew how to live with his pain and make his hurt work for him. Your daddy died with dignity; there wasn't no bum in him. And he known some hurts in this life you ain't never even heard of!
Lorraine Hansberry
You have got me walking up and down all day under those trees, saying to me over and over again, "Solitude, solitude." And You have turned around and thrown the world in my lap. You have told me, "Leave all things and follow me," and then You have tied half of New York to my foot like a ball and chain. You have got me kneeling behind that pillar with my mind making a noise like a bank. Is that contemplation?
Thomas Merton
you've got to burnstraight up and downand then maybe sidewisefor a whileand have your gutsscrambled by abullyand the demonicladies, you've got to runalong the edge of madnessteetering, you've got to starvelike a winteralleycat, you've go to livewith the imbecilityof at least a dozencities, then maybemaybemaybeyou might knowwhere you arefor a tinyblinkingmoment.
Charles Bukowski
You alone in Europe are not ancient oh Christianity. The most modern European is you Pope Pius XAnd you whom the windows observe shame keeps you. From entering a church and confessing this morning. You read the prospectuses the catalogues the billboards that sing aloud. That's the poetry this morning and for the prose there are the newspapers. There are the 25 centime serials full of murder mysteries. Portraits of great men and a thousand different headlines("Zone")
Guillaume Apollinaire