Quotes About Spontaneity

No matter what, expect the unexpected. And whenever possible BE the unexpected.

They are the adventurers with no goal other than the everyday joy of discovery – they are galumphing.

All I want to do is go on with the unbridled life I lead here: barefoot, my faded bathing suit, an old jacket, lots of garlic, and swimming at all hours of the day. —COLETTE, AT SIXTY

She dressed quickly in yellow drawstring pants and a lacy camisole over her bra, then pulled on a sheer blouse with dragons crawling down the shoulders. She slipped into sandals with butterflies, grabbed her messenger bag, and hurried downstairs.

And I said, how about taking a quick trip up there now?...It took them just ten minutes to decide, and by lunch-time...we were off. Some friends are so satisfactory. You may not agree with them in everything or anything, but it doesn't matter. You like each other just as you are. It is the contact and rubbing up against other ideas that is stimulating and rewarding.

There are times when friendship feels like running down a hill together as fast as you can, jumping over things, spinning around, and you don't care where you're going, and you don't care where you've come from, because all that matters is speed, and the hands holding your hands.

I hope you found pleasure in it at least. I have always thought impulsive pleasure was the best kind.

Creativity is the language of childhood and we don't want to miss a word.

And it is unstructured play that provides the greatest opportunities for kids to be curious, creative, spontaneous, and collaborative.

I wanted to roll on the grass like a dog.

Above all, we are coming to understand that the arts incarnate the creativity of a free people. When the creative impulse cannot flourish, when it cannot freely select its methods and objects, when it is deprived of spontaneity, then society severs the root of art.

I do not plan my fiction any more than I normally plan woodland walks; I follow the path that seems most promising at any given point, not some itinerary decided before entry.

Humour is a manifestation of freedom. It is because there is freedom that there is smile.

She would give herself violently, then yawn at the wrongest moment. She would spend all one day cleaning up the flat, cooking, ironing. Then, pass the next three or four Boheminanly on the floor in front of the fire, reading Lear, women's magazines, a detective story, Hemingway. Not all at the same time, but bits of all in the same afternoon. She liked doing things, and only then finding a reason for doing them.

Bu yüzden plan yapamay?z. Dünyan?n bir makine deÄŸil, bir organizma olduÄŸunu biliriz. Ak?ll?ca yarat?lm?? bir dünyan?n onu yaratandan ba??ms?z olmas? gerektiÄŸini de biliriz; planlanm?? (planland???n? iyice aç?k eden bir dünya) ölü bir dünyad?r. Karakterlerimiz ve olaylar?m?z ancak bize kar?? ç?kmaya baÅŸlad?klar?nda canlan?rlar.

Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and color are always, wild!

Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind.

That's what I love about boys," Marion told him. "No matter what, you just go about your business.

ARE THEY ESPECIALLY WILD?

no planning, Graff--that's the first thing. No mapping it out, no dates to get anywhere, no dates to get back. Just think of things! Think of mountains, say, or think of beaches. Think of rich widows and farm girls! Then just point to where you feel they'll be, and pick the roads the same way too--pick them for the curves and hills. That's the second thing--to pick roads that the beast will love.

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

It was usually on about the fourth day that I put in that note of spontaneity for which I am known.

There is one art, no more, no less, to do all things with artlessness.

Seeing the world through the eyes of a child is the purest joy that anyone can experience.