Imagination is best fed by reality, an odd diet for something nonexistent there are few details of daily life and its broad range of emotional context that can't be transformed into food for the imagination.
Strange is our situation here on Earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to divine a purpose. From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: that man is here for the sake of other men - above all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness depends.
Submit to a daily practice. Your loyalty to that is a ring at the door. Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there.
My father was an engineer,. . But I found out that the film critics for the Stanford Daily got free passes for all the films. So I became first an assistant critic and then the main film critic. Those free passes changed my life.
The daily work - that goes on, it adds up.
I wrote from the time I was four. It was my way of screaming and yelling, the primal scream. I wrote like a junkie, I had to have my daily fix.
My daily surroundings feed my work, whether it's something I'm working on right now or it's something down the road.
We take our bearings, daily, from others. To be sane is, to a great extent, to be sociable.
At each of these northern posts there were interesting experiences in store for me, as one who had read all the books of northern travel and dreamed for half a lifetime of the north; and that was - almost daily meeting with famous men.
Painters tend to ignore the challenges and thrills that sculptors enjoy daily - volume. . . like the perfect, imperfect voluminous oval of the egg.
Know what you want to emphasize, then do it daily.
A scholar tries to learn something everyday; a student of Buddhism tries to unlearn something daily.
Ay, marriage is the life-long miracle, The self-begetting wonder, daily fresh.
Ah, Morganville. Where dressing to hide bloodstains was just good daily planning.
There is something extraordinary about people who have a disability to reach (into themselves) on a daily level that becomes supernatural.
The greatest victory anyone can taste is the daily challenge to outrun those fears that you vanquished. . . days, weeks, months past.
A daily blog would just about finish me off completely.
This had been going on at Shortridge since 1906. My parents had also worked on the Shortridge Daily Echo. The way it came into being was that when they built Shortridge High School, they had a vocational department and they had a print shop.
Many great writers have been extraordinarily awkward in daily exchange, but the greatest give the impression that their style was nursed by the closest attention to colloquial speech.
Nothing has so exposed men of learning to contempt and ridicule as their ignorance of things which are known to all but themselves. Those who have been taught to consider the institutions of the schools as giving the last perfection to human abilities are surprised to see men wrinkled with study, yet wanting to be instructed in the minute circumstances of propriety, or the necessary form of daily transaction; and quickly shake off their reverence for modes of education which they find to produce no ability above the rest of mankind.