Jean Louis famous quotes

Last updated: Sep 5, 2024

  • Love is what enables us to bridge the gap of disappointment when others don't live up to the expectations we have of them.

  • Television is a constant stream of fact, opinions, lies, moral dilemmas, plots: an infinitely complex and sophisticated torrent of information. How could it not make you cleverer? The only people who ever thought television rotted the brain and made kids dumb were those with a vested interest in other ways of learning, or those who were intellectually insecure, usually about books.

  • White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. Still hangs the hedge without a gust, Still, still the shadows stay: My feet upon the moonlit dust Pursue the ceaseless way. The world is round, so travellers tell, And straight through reach the track, Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well, The way will guide one back. But ere the circle homeward hies Far, far must it remove: White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love.

  • Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over then there'll be time enough to sleep.

  • The Tarot embodies symbolical presentations of universal ideas, behind which lie all the implicits of the human mind, and it is in this sense that they contain secret doctrine, which is the realization by the few of truths embedded in the consciousness of all.

  • Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.

  • There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed-

  • Neither happiness nor grief are everlasting in this life-but one of the two is everlasting in the next. Which one do you want?

  • There is a graveyard in my poor heart - dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring.

  • Beware, my body and my soul, beware above all of crossing your arms and assuming the sterile attitude of the spectator, for life is not a spectacle, a sea of griefs is not a proscenium, and a man who wails is not a dancing bear.