Audrey Arya > Audrey's Quotes

“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.”
― Rumi

“Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.”
― Carl Sagan

“Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it”
― Flannery O' Connor, Wise Blood

“Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.”
― Samuel Beckett

“Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.”
― Samuel Beckett

“When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.”
― Nora Ephron

“Raise your words, not your voice,
it is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
― Rumi, The Love Poems of Rumi

“Art is not a mirror held up to reality
but a hammer with which to shape it.”
― Bertolt Brecht

“A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.”
― Philippe Ariès

“I could not count the times during the average day when something would come up that I needed to tell him. This impulse did not end with his death. What ended was the possibility of response.”
― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

“When we die we are only stories in the minds of others, I thought”
― Jim Harrison, The Road Home

“دختر

درختي به دستانم سبز شده،
شيره بر بازوانم جوشيده،
درخت در سينه‏ام شكفته --
سر به زير،
شاخه‏ها ،چون بازوان، از درونم مي‏بالند.

درخت هستي تو ،
خزه‌اي تو ،
بنفشه‏هايي كه باد در او مي‌پيچد،
كودكي هستي بلند بالا ،
و جهان اين همه را حماقت مي‌داند
::
A Girl

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast--
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child -- so high -- you are,
And all this is folly to the world”
― Ezra Pound

“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”
― Emily Dickinson

“Never be afraid to sit awhile and think.”
― Lorraine Hansberry

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”
― Joan Didion, The White Album

“Character — the willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life — is the source from which self-respect springs.”
― Joan Didion, On Self-Respect

“Grief is different. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.”
― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

“Unfortunately it is the weak who destroy the strong.”
― John le Carré

“Sometimes we have to do a thing in order to find out the reason for it. Sometimes our actions are questions, not answers.”
― John le Carré, A Perfect Spy

“He was learning to live on several planes at once. The art of it was to forget everything except the ground you stood on and the face you spoke from at that moment.”
― John le Carré, A Perfect Spy

“Heart, we will forget him,

You and I, tonight!

You must forget the warmth he gave,

I will forget the light.”
― Emily Dickinson

“We turn not older with years but newer every day.”
― Emily Dickinson

“To tell the truth I never had it so good. But I lacked the strength of character to bear such joy.”
― Saul Bellow, Herzog

“Is love supposed to ruin you? It seems to me you shouldn't destroy yourself out of life for purposes of love--or what good is it?”
― Saul Bellow, The Adventures of Augie March

“When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.”
― Émile Zola

“We are like books. Most people only see our cover, the minority read only the introduction, many people believe the critics. Few will know our content.”
― Émile Zola

“Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and when he dies only the five senses that we know perish with him, and the other ninety-five remain alive.”
― Anton Chekhov, The Cherry Orchard

“Look, just as time isn't inside clocks
love isn't inside bodies:
bodies only tell the love.”
― Yehuda Amichai, The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai