Henry Miller Quotes
Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.
One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls, and interesting people. Forget yourself.
One day, you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls, and interesting people. Forget yourself.
One day, you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.
Henry Miller Quotes part 2
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
The only thing we know about the future is that it will be different.
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and – in spite of True Romance magazines – we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there.
The only thing we never have enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
To change one’s life: Start immediately. Do it flamboyantly. No exceptions.
To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
The only thing we know about the future is that it will be different.
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and – in spite of True Romance magazines – we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there.
The only thing we never have enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
To change one’s life: Start immediately. Do it flamboyantly. No exceptions.
To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.
Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls, and interesting people.
One day, you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.
Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.
The only thing we never have enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls, and interesting people.
One day, you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
The only thing we know about the future is that it will be different.
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and – in spite of True Romance magazines – we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things.
The only thing we never have enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
To change one’s life: Start immediately. Do it flamboyantly. No exceptions.
To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.
