I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet. Henry Miller More Quotes by Henry Miller More Quotes From Henry Miller Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything - except his own nature. Henry Miller naturemastersmen Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves. Henry Miller inspirationfeargiving We have been educated to such a fine - or dull - point that we are incapable of enjoying something new, something different, until we are first told what it's all about. We don't trust our five senses; we rely on our critics and educators, all of whom are failures in the realm of creation. In short, the blind lead the blind. It's the democratic way. Henry Miller criticismdullway Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him. Henry Miller fateintegritycommitment The art of living is based on rhythm - on give & take, ebb & flow, light & dark, life & death. By acceptance of all aspects of life, good & bad, right & wrong, yours & mine, the static, defensive life, which is what most people are cursed with, is converted into a dance, 'the dance of life,' metamorphosis. Henry Miller good-lifeacceptanceart An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness. Henry Miller musiclonelyloneliness In this age, which believes that there is a short cut to everything, the greatest lesson to be learned is that the most difficult way is, in the long run, the easiest. Henry Miller runninginspirationalbelieve From the little reading I had done I had observed that the men who were most in life, who were molding life, who were life itself, ate little, slept little, owned little or nothing. They had no illusions about duty, or the perpetuation of their kith and kin, or the preservation of the State. They were interested in truth and in truth alone. They recognized only one kind of activity - creation. Henry Miller donereadingmen Everyday we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read the lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Everyman, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. Henry Miller inspirationallifebelieve Your whole past is like a long sleep which would have been forgotten had there been no memory, but remembrance is there in the blood and the blood is like an ocean in which everything is washed away but that which is new and more substantial even than life - reality. Henry Miller oceansleepmemories Dedication is not what others expect of you, it is what you can give to others. Henry Miller dedicationgiving I am a free man―and I need my freedom. I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company. What do you want of me? When I have something to say, I put it in print. When I have something to give, I give it. Your prying curiosity turns my stomach! Your compliments humiliate me! Your tea poisons me! I owe nothing to any one. I would be responsible to God alone―if He existed! Henry Miller sunshineheartmen Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. Henry Miller musicbeautifulbeauty What is an artist? He's a man who has antennae, who knows how to hook up to the currents which are in atmosphere, in the cosmos. Henry Miller artistwritingmen The truly great writer does not want to write: he wants the world to be a place in which he can live the life of the imagination. The first quivering word he puts to paper is the word of the wounded angel: pain. Henry Miller live-lifepainwriting One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things. Henry Miller attitudepositivetravel Living apart and at peace with myself,I came to realize more vividly the meaning of the doctrine of acceptance. To refrain from giving advice, to refrain from meddling in the affairs of others, to refrain even though the motives be the highest, from tampering with anothers way of life-so simple, yet so difficult for an active spirit. Hands Off. Henry Miller acceptancesimplehands Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood. Henry Miller confusionunderstandingorder Real love is never perplexed, never qualifies, never rejects, never demands. It replenishes, by grace of restoring unlimited circulation. It burns, because it knows the true meaning of sacrifice. It is life illuminated. Henry Miller sacrificereallove-is Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen. Henry Miller better-liferealizingway
