I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty. Carl Sandburg More Quotes by Carl Sandburg More Quotes From Carl Sandburg Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows. Carl Sandburg doneyesterdaymay A politician should have three hats. One for throwing into the ring, one for talking through, and one for pulling rabbits out of if elected. Carl Sandburg politicalshould-havetalking Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder. Carl Sandburg naturepatienceinspirational Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep. Carl Sandburg motivationalinspirationallife Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life. Carl Sandburg cheerliteraturegiving Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me. Carl Sandburg pleasant-surprisesoptimismbirthday All we need to begin with is a # dream that we can do better than before. All we need to have is faith, and that dream will come true. All we need to do is act, and the time for action is now. Carl Sandburg dreamactionneeds In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning. Carl Sandburg good-morningoptimisticeye Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen. Carl Sandburg entrepreneurlaughterhappiness Our lives are like a candle in the wind. Carl Sandburg wisdomwindlife Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets. Carl Sandburg purplesunsetfire I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision. Carl Sandburg mennightamerica Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment. Carl Sandburg closing-uppoetrydoors Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June. Carl Sandburg summersonghappiness Shakespeare, Leonardo da Vinci, Benjamin Franklin and Abraham Lincoln never saw a movie, heard a radio or looked at television. They had 'Loneliness' and knew what to do with it. They were not afraid of being lonely because they knew that was when the creative mood in them would work. Carl Sandburg learninglonelyloneliness I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future. Carl Sandburg timelifemoving Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life and you will again be silent long after you leave it, why not be a little silent now? Hush yourself, noisy little man. Time hushes all: the gong of time rang for you to come out of the hush and you were born. The gong of time will ring for you to go back to the same hush you came from. Winners and losers, the weak and the strong, those who say little and try to say it well, and those who babble and prattle their lives away, time hushes all. Carl Sandburg strongmenlife Tell him solitude is creative if he is strong and the final decisions are made in silent rooms. Tell him to be different from other people if it comes natural and easy being different. Let him have lazy days seeking his deeper motives. Let him seek deep for where he is a born natural. Then he may understand Shakespeare and the Wright brothers, Pasteur, Pavlov, Michael Faraday and free imaginations Bringing changes into a world resenting change. He will be lonely enough to have time for the work he knows as his own. Carl Sandburg lonelystrongbrother The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other. Carl Sandburg inspirationalwarpeace Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower. Carl Sandburg flowerstruggleroots
