Louis Ck Louie Quotes & Sayings

To awaken human emotion is the highest level of art. — Isadora Duncan

It is a myth that man in his natural state is genuinely seeking God. Men do seek God. But they do not seek him for who he is. They seek him in a pinch as one who might preserve them from death or enhance their worldly enjoyments. Apart from conversion, no one comes to the light of God. — John Piper

They have our bundles split open in museums / our dresses & shirts at auctions / our languages on tape / our stories in locked rare book libraries / our dances on film / The only part of us they can't steal / is what we know. — Chrystos

Every man has something to do which he neglects, every man has faults to conquer which he delays to combat. — Samuel Johnson

Something happens to me when someone says, 'You can't.' I'm generally not very competitive; unless someone tells me I can't do something that should be done. — Jim DeMint

The goal of this generation's pioneers should be to restrict procreation and limit consumption. They should also take every opportunity to make themselves happy, realizing that the key to self-generated happiness (the only reliable kind) is the refusal to take oneself too seriously. — Tom Robbins

I thought I was unhappy before ... I was just a stupid young kid that didn't know what happiness was. I was like a snot in a candy store who not only wanted all he could eat, but the whole thing. Life is stupid. Stupid. Or at least to this point, mine is. — Beatrice Sparks

You'll stop if I don't like it?" My heart squeezes. "Of course." I lean over him and plant a reassuring kiss on his lips, then wink at him. "Just say ballsack if you want me to stop." A wave of laughter shudders through him. "Oh shit. I totally forgot about that. — Sarina Bowen

I reject any religious doctrine that does not appeal to reason and is in conflict with morality. — Mahatma Gandhi

Dean, ragged in a motheaten overcoat he brought specially for the freezing temperatures of the East, walked off alone, and the last I saw of him he rounded the corner of Seventh Avenue, eyes on the street ahead, and bent to it again. Poor little Laura, my baby, to whom I'd told everything about Dean, began almost to cry. — Jack Kerouac