Men of genius are often considered superstitious, but the fact is, the fineness of their nerve renders them more alive to the supernatural than ordinary men.
You've faced horrors in these past weeks. . . I don't know which is worse. The terror you feel the first time you witness such things, or the numbness that comes after it starts to become ordinary.
If you truly want to escape the ordinary, you'll simply need to keep evolving. Whether what you seek is above or below.
If clearness about things produces a fundamental despair, a fundamental despair in turn produces a remarkable clearness or even playfulness about ordinary matters.
It is extraordinary how extraordinary the ordinary person is.
Nothing extraordinary is achieved through ordinary means.
The idea of excessive diversification is madness. Wide diversification, which necessarily includes investment in mediocre businesses, only guarantees ordinary results.
The moment you understand yourself as the true Self, you find such peace and bliss that the impressions of the petty enjoyments you experienced before become as ordinary specks of light in front of the brilliant sun.
Given two tempers and the time, the ordinary marriage produces anarchy.
People who don't know any better will always be in the dark because the power lies in the hands of men who take good care that ordinary folk don't understand, in the hands, that is, of the government, of the clerical party, of the capitalists.
The importance of the ordinary citizen is very greatly underestimated - not so much by those in authority as by the ordinary citizen himself.
Poetry's medium is not merely light as air, it is air: vital and deep as ordinary breath.
I am an ordinary person, but carried to extremes.
I asked a lot of friends and people I'd meet, "Can you tell me a story of a micro-aggression that happened to you in a place you didn't expect it to happen?" I wasn't interested in scandal, or outrageous moments. I was interested in the surprise of the intimate, or the surprise of the ordinary.
Then I noticed that my shadow was crying too, shedding clear, sharp shadow tears. Have you ever seen the shadows of tears, Mr. Wind-Up Bird? They’re nothing like ordinary shadows. Nothing at all. They come here from some other, distant world, especially for our hearts. Or maybe not. It struck me then that the tears my shadow was shedding might be the real thing, and the tears that I was shedding were just shadows. You don’t get it, I’m sure, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. When a naked seventeen-year-old girl is shedding tears in the moonlight, anything can happen. It’s true.
Tis the taste of effeminacy that disrelishes ordinary and accustomed things.
One can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days
When two people first meet, they can only have a very ordinary kind of friendship. But when you begin to understand each other, when you get close to them, you discover that you're suddenly eager to know him or her even better.
What I try to point out is the role an ordinary person can have in seeing the child's destiny. You have to have a feeling for the child.
Courage is the moment when an ordinary being becomes an extraordinary being.