Quotes About Simplicity

Kissing her just then felt perfectly normal and completely self-explanatory, the only possible course of action.

in 1788, he had become infatuated by the American republic and its spirit of "simplicity, goodness, and that dignity of man which is the possession of those who realize their liberty and who see in their fellow men only brothers and equals." Brissot had determined to bring the American ideals to Europe.

The word desire suggests that there is something we do not have. If we have everything already, then there can be no desire, for there is nothing left to want. I think that what the Buddha may have been trying to tell us is that we have it all, each of us, all the time; therefore, desire is simply unnecessary.

The brown paper bag is the only thing civilized man has produced that does not seem out of place in nature.

Modern Romans insisted that there was only one god, a notion that struck Alobar as comically simplistic. Worse, this Semitic deity was reputed to be jealous (what was there to be jealous of if there were no other gods?), vindictive, and altogether foul-tempered. If you didn't serve the nasty fellow, the Romans would burn your house down. If you did serve him, you were called a Christian and got to burn other people's houses down.

Maybe what I admired most about John Steinbeck is that he never mortgaged his 45-acre heart for a suite in an ivory tower.

their kiss was like a paper airplane landing on the moon.

Life isn't simple; it's overwhelmingly complex. The love of simplicity is an escapist drug, like alcohol.

Was it wife soup and husband soup on the Other Side? Or was it simply soup?

Ama yine de müzikal bir ÅŸey bu, küçük bir ÅŸiir

taught me to fish in the little lagoon using a bent pin and a piece of bread. Gerry

The language's two main advantages are its simplicity and flexibility. Its straightforward syntax and use of indented spaces make it easy to learn, read and share.

people don't want doctrine, they don't want tracts, and they don't want our feeble arguments; they just want Him! (When will we learn that if people can be argued into the faith, then they can just as easily be argued out of it as well?)

All of us--all who knew her--felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her. We were so beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain made us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humor. Her inarticulateness made us believe we were eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous. Even her waking dreams we used--to silence our own nightmares.

She became, and her process of becoming was like most of ours: she developed a hatred for things that mystified or obstructed her; acquired virtues that were easy to maintain; assigned herself a role in the scheme of things; and harked back to simpler times for gratification.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to paint, photograph or even remember it. It is enough.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.

I can't tell you why I was in love with her. People didn't require that much as they do now. Folks were expected to be civilized to one another, honest, and - and clear. You relied on people being what they said they were, because there was no other way to survive.

to eat, walk and sleep anywhere was life as good as it got.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.

Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can't nobody fly with all that shit. Wanna fly, you gotta give up the shit that weighs you down.

At some point in life the worlds beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough

We were so beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain make us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humour. Her inarticulateness made us believe we were eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous...We honed our egos on her, padded our characters with her frailty...

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don't need someone to share it with or tell it to. When that happens-- that letting go-- you let go because you can.