Quotes About Energy

Varias veces he sido censurado por faltas que mi censor no tuvo el ingenio o la energía de cometer.

The idea that life is essentially based on intellect, and that intellect is accepted in practical life as the most valuable of our mental energies, goes hand in hand with the growth of a money economy.

live with power and energy that undeniably transcends their natural capacities and with an intensity of commitment that far exceeds anything they have previously demonstrated in their lives

Few of us have vitality enough to make any of our instincts imperious.

Think of the fierce energy concentrated in an acorn! You bury it in the ground, and it explodes into an oak! Bury a sheep, and nothing happens but decay.

The truth is, hardly any of us have ethical energy enough for more than one really inflexible point of honor.

Use your health, even to the point of wearing it out. That is what it is for. Spend all you have before you die and do not outlive yourself.

Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.

Age to me means nothing. I can't get old I'm working. I was old when I was twenty-one and out of work. As long as you're working, you stay young. When I'm in front of an audience, all that love and vitality sweeps over me and I forget my age.

Put a glide in your stride, a dip in yo' hip and come on up to the mothership

Young, dumb, and full of cum.

Fatigue fled.

Coffee! Coffee!

What would proceed from a continual promotion of living force, which does not let itself climb above a certain grade, other than a rapid death from delight?

La sua vita trascorreva in una continua alternanza tra il desiderio di solitudine e quello di compagnia. «Nessuno come me avrà sprecato tante energie nella conversazione più futile, e nessuno avrà tanto detestato la gente»

That was before I had my coffee. I'm not responsible for any information delivered pre-caffeine.

youth is a marvelous garment

It is in the capacity to love, that is to SEE, that the liberation of the soul from fantasy consists. The freedom which is a proper human goal is the freedom from fantasy, that is the realism of compassion. What I have called fantasy, the proliferation of blinding self-centered aims and images, is itself a powerful system of energy, and most of what is often called 'will' or 'willing' belongs to this system. What counteracts the system is attention to reality inspired by, consisting of, love.

What we really are seems much more like an obscure system of energy out of which choices and visible acts of will emerge at intervals in ways which are often unclear and often dependent on the condition of the system in between moments of choice.

But very few ordeals are redemptive and I doubt if the descent into hell teaches anything new. It can only hasten processes which are already in existence, and usually this just means that it degrades. You see, in hell one lacks the energy for any good change. This indeed is the meaning of hell.

Misery had certainly given her energy, a sense of identity, a powerful questing will. It was even impressive. His part however was to be lucid and disappointing and cold. The least tenderness or excitement, the least foothold in his heart, and he and she would both be in danger.

I shall not attempt here to describe my marriage. Some impression of it will doubtless emerge. For the present story, its general nature rather than its detail is important. It was not a success. At first I saw her as a life-bringer. Then I saw her as a death-bringer. Some women are like that. There is a sort of energy which seems to reveal the world: then one day you find you are being devoured. Fellow victims will know what I mean. Possibly I am a natural bachelor.

Being in love has its own self-certifying universality, it informs and glorifies the world with an energy which, like a drug, becomes a necessity of consciousness. Without it, the scene is dark, without that throbbing communication, dead. A mad state, perhaps an undesirable one, inimical to justice, benevolence, common sense. But, for its slaves, it justifies itself as, for the ordinary unsaintly man, nothing else ever does.

Without this kickstart to my day, I'd be lost. A day without a morning run is a day you fumble through, rather than one you attack.