New Favorite Quotes

With the passing of time comes the passing of many words. From brain, past lips, to ears, and other brains, words transform our world. Words hold power that we cannot even wholly comprehend. Strings of sounds and connecting pauses, whole phrases can define our lives and our world. As humans, we need words to communicate, allowing our gestures and emotions to take on new and more complete meaning. I, for one, find the power of words to be quite extraordinary in such a way that I cannot even begin to express my love of words. Without further adieu, here a few more of my favorite strings of words though the list could be endless:

“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.” (Mother Teresa)

“There is that in me…I do not know what it is…but I know it is in me.” (Walt Whitman)

“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” (Aldous Huxley)

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time…” (Jack Kerouac)

“You can close your eyes to the things that you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.” (Unknown)

“In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” (George Orwell)

“Nothing is so strong as gentleness, and nothing is so gentle as real strength.” (Ralph W. Sockman)

“Love is a devil: there is no angel but Love. Yet was Samson so tempted, and he had an excellent strength; yet was Solomon so seduced, and he had a very good with.” (William Shakespeare)

“In short, I’d rather be truthful than correct.” (Sir Thomas More)

“They’re quite gentle really, but people avoid them because they’re a bit…different.” (Luna Lovegood, character of J.K. Rowling)

“Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?” (Rose Kennedy)

“Now I pierce the darkness, new beings appear.  The earth recedes from me into the night; I saw that it was beautiful, and I see that what is not the earth is beautiful.  I go from bedside, I sleep close with the other sleepers each in turn.  I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers, and I become the other dreamers.  I am a dance–play up there! The fit is whirling me fast!” (Walt Whitman)

“There is no exquisite beauty…without some strangeness in the proportion.” (Edgar Allan Poe)

“Hating our actions is the first step to our redemption. Hating ourselves, however, is the first step to our destruction.” (Albus Dumbledore, character of J.K. Rowling)

“Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.” (William Shakespeare)

“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.” (John Steinbeck)

“The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.” (Walter Bagehot)

“Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.” (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)



“The quest for certainty blocks the search for meaning. Uncertainty is the very condition to impel man to unfold his powers.” (Erich Fromm)
There is something about uncertainty that drives us mad.
The very idea that we do not know what we are doing, where we stand or how something will go can and does drive us to the brink of devastation and disaster. We rebel against the sudden loss of control. We feel defeated. We lose ourselves. We realize that as much as we’d like to, we lack the ability to give up.
Defeat is hard to acknowledge; winning is easy to celebrate. But, what do we do in that gut clenching, throat binding, heart racing and yet paralyzing moment when we do not know what the outcome will be? We worry. We stress. We push others away. We pull others near. We cry. We scream. We argue. We think. We over think. We let our common sense go to waste and we forget the most important fact of all.
We are human.
We are fragile. We are meant to break. We are meant to shatter. We are meant to fall. We are meant to stress. We are meant to be confused and angry and uncertain. We are meant to be imperfect. And we are forever meant to rebel against our own human imperfections.
We are human. We are uncertain. We are living in a world that was built for us, and thus, a world filled with uncertainty as the only possible certainty, and the unexpected as the only true expectation.
Uncertainty drives us mad because we know in our hearts that everything we are in relative and uncertain.
At our deepest, we are simply mad, above all else.