Monday, January 01, 2007

My Inspirations

I find inspiration everywhere -- quotes, pictures, people, and nature. Here are some of my current inspirations or if you're so inclined visit my tumblr page, Leave Happier, which is a joint effort between myself and the fabulous Nora.
 
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? ~Dead Poets Society


The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. ~Henry Miller

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. ~Dead Poets Society

Every one of us is called upon, probably many times, to start a new life. A frightening diagnosis, a marriage, a move, loss of job…And onward full tilt we go, pitched and wrecked and absurdly resolute, driven in spite of everything to make good on a new shore. To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another—that is surely basic instinct…Crying out: High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver, from High Tide in Tucson


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, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars... ~Jack Kerouac