Jean Toomer Quotes

Fear is a noose that binds until it strangles.

We learn the rope of life by untying its knots.

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

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.

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

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

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

No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.

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

People mistake their limitations for high standards.

To understand a new idea, break an old habit.

The realization of ignorance is the first act of knowing.

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.

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

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

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

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

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

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

O singers, resinous and soft your songsAbove the sacred whisper of the pines,Give virgin lips to cornfield concubines,Bring dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.

One may receive the information but miss the teaching.

I am not less poet; I am more conscious of all that I am, am not, and might become.

But words is like th spots on dice: no matter how y fumbles em, there's times when they jes wont come.

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.

It takes a well-spent lifetime, and perhaps more, to crystalize in us that for which we exist.

O land and soil, red soil and sweet-gum tree, So scant of grass, so profligate of pines

some genius of the South With blood-hot eyes and cane-lipped scented mouth, Surprised in making folk-songs from soul sounds.

Call them from their houses, and teach them to dream.