Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain
Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.
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.
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
The world you see is just a movie in your mind. Rocks dont see it. Bless and sit down. Forgive and forget. Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you’re already in heaven now. That’s the story. That’s the message. Nobody understands it, nobody listens, they’re all running around like chickens with heads cut off. I will try to teach it but it will be in vain, s’why I’ll end up in a shack praying and being cool and singing by my woodstove making pancakes.
Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.
What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?
Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.
It's all too much and not enough at the same time.
Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
Some's bastards, some's ain't. That's the score.
Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.
Accept loss forever. Be submissive to everything, open, listening. No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge. Be in love with your life.
Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.
Be in love with your life, every detail of it.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstacy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of faceless wonderless crapulous civilization.
I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.
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