Jean Toomer Quotes

Talk about it only enough to do it. Dream about it only enough to feel it. Think about it only enough to understand it. Contemplate it only enough to be it.

Fear is a noose that binds until it strangles.

To understand a new idea, break an old habit.

We learn the rope of life by untying its knots.

In a sick world, it is the first duty of the artist to get well.

Most novices picture themselves as masters - and are content with the picture. This is why there are so few masters.

We never know we are beings till we love. And then it is we know the powers and potentialities of human existence.

The realization of ignorance is the first act of knowing.

The only way to seek God is to seek God first. Deny the nayward, affirm the yeaward, be true to those stirrings and motions which He starts in us, refuse priority to all else, and be faithful to the sacred.

We start with gifts. Merit comes from what we make of them.

Acceptance of prevailing standards often means we have no standards of our own.

We do not posses imagination enough to sense what we are missing.

There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them. No one should want to. Perfect joy, or perfect pain, with no contrasting element to define them, would mean a monotony of consciousness, would mean death

One may receive the information but miss the teaching.

People mistake their limitations for high standards.

Men are apt to idolize or fear that which they cannot understand, especially if it be a woman.

Thank everyone who calls out your faults, your anger, your impatience, your egotism; do this consciously, voluntarily.

Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers

Whatever I believed, I did; I did with my whole heart and mind as far as possible to do so.

No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.

Men try to run life according to their wishes; life runs itself according to necessity.

Once a man has tasted creative action, then thereafter, no matter how safely he schools himself in patience, he is restive, acutely dissatisfied with anything else. He becomes as a lover to whom abstinence is intolerable.

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

Perhaps . . . our lot on the earth is to seek and to search. Now and again we find just enough to enable us to carry on. I now doubt that any of us will completely find and be found in this life.

Dripping rain like golden honey- And the sweet earth flying from the thunder