Knoepfle Quotes & Sayings

TWILIGHT I have dreamed of flight. And I have dreamed of your laces strewn in the bedroom. I have dreamed of some mother walking the length of a wharf and at fifteen nursing the hour. I have dreamed of flight. A "forever" sighed at a fo'c'sle ladder. I have dreamed of a mother, of fresh sprigs of table-greens, and the stars stitched in bridals of the dawn. The length of a wharf ... the length of a drowning throat! Translated by John Knoepfle — Robert Bly

To use the old jailhouse term and not the modern rock and roll one, a punk's question. — Adrian Barnes

Integrity is what you do when no one is watching; its doing the right thing all the time, even when it may work to your disadvantage. — Tony Dungy

Sometimes when the sky overwhelms the world with crimson, a man becomes the image of himself. — John Knoepfle

I like being broken. It means I can have chocolate for breakfast. — Jamie Campbell Bower

In high school I was the dog, always, and I never have felt comfortable or right in my body, and part of my whole exhibitionist thing has probably been a way of testing to see whether or not I really was this repulsive creature that I felt like for so long. — Poppy Z. Brite

If hot food is they key to maintaining an expedition's stamina, then low grade gut-rot alcohol is the key to sustaining its sense of pleasure. — Tahir Shah

If life is a punishment, one should wish for an end; if life is a test, one should wish it to be short. — Jacques-Henri Bernardin De Saint-Pierre

If the problem can be solved why worry? If the problem cannot be solved worrying will do you no good. — Shantideva

People never know what they are capable of until all other options run out. — Lance Conrad

AGAPE Today no one has come to inquire, nor have they wanted anything from me this afternoon. I have not seen a single cemetery flower in so happy a procession of lights. Forgive me, Lord! I have died so little! This afternoon everyone, everyone goes by without asking or begging me anything. And I do not know what it is they forget, and it is heavy in my hands like something stolen. I have come to the door, and I want to shout at everyone: - If you miss something, here it is! Because in all the afternoons of this life, I do not know how many doors are slammed on a face, and my soul takes something that belongs to another. Today nobody has come ; and today I have died so little in the afternoon! Translated by John Knoepfle — Robert Bly