Henry Miller Quotes About Lying

Quotes about: Lying

• A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.

  Henry Miller

  Inspirational, Lying, Book

  Henry Miller (1969). “Mémoires, Plaidoiries Et Documents”, p.23, New Directions Publishing

• One can be absolutely truthful and sincere even though admittedly the most outrageous liar. Fiction and invention are of the very fabric of life.

  Henry Miller

  Liars, Lying, Writing

  Henry Miller (1959). “The Henry Miller Reader”, p.247, New Directions Publishing

• True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.

  Henry Miller

  Life, Strength, Lying

  Henry Miller (1962). “The Time of the Assassins: A Study of Rimbaud”, p.131, New Directions Publishing

• A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition. Like money, books must be kept in constant circulation. Lend and borrow to the maximum.

  Henry Miller

  Lying, Book, Shelves

  Henry Miller (1969). “Mémoires, Plaidoiries Et Documents”, p.23, New Directions Publishing

• A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition. Like money, books must be kept in constant circulation... A book is not only a friend, it makes friends for you. When you have possessed a book with mind and spirit, you are enriched. But when you pass it on you are enriched threefold.

  Henry Miller

  Lying, Book, Mind

  Henry Miller (1969). “Mémoires, Plaidoiries Et Documents”, p.23, New Directions Publishing

• What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?

  Henry Miller

  Truth, Lying, Long

  Henry Miller (1966). “Tropic of Capricorn”

• Until he [man] has become fully human, until he learns to conduct himself as a member of the earth, he will continue to create gods who will destroy him. The tragedy of Greece lies not in the destruction of a great culture but in the abortion of a great vision.

  Henry Miller

  Lying, Men, Abortion

• The life of a creator is not the only life nor perhaps the most interesting which a man leads. There is a time for play and a time for work, a time for creation and a time for lying fallow. And there is a time, glorious too in its own way, when one scarcely exists, when one is a complete void. I mean-when boredom seems the very stuff of life.

  Henry Miller

  Lying, Mean, Men

• We are all guilty of crime the great crime of not living life to the full. But we are all potentially free. We can stop thinking of what we have failed to do and do whatever lies within our power. What those powers that are in us may be no one has truly dared to imagine. That they are infinite we will realize the day we admit to ourselves that imagination is everything. Imagination is the voice of daring.

  Henry Miller

  Lying, Live Life, Thinking

  Henry Miller (2007). “Sexus: The Rosy Crucifixion I”, p.341, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.

  Henry Miller

  Lying, Doe, Moments

• I am thinking of one woman and the rest is blotto. I say I am thinking of her, but the truth is I am dying a stellar death. I am lying there like a sick star waiting for the light to go out. Years ago I lay on this same bed and I waited and waited to be born. Nothing happened. Except that my mother, in her Lutheran rage, threw a bucket of water over me. My mother, poor imbecile that she was, thought I was lazy. She didn't know that I had gotten caught in the stellar drift, that I was being pulverized to a black extinction out there in the farthest rim of the universe.

  Henry Miller

  Mother, Stars, Lying

  Henry Miller (1966). “Tropic of Capricorn”

• She may be lying in bed reading a book, she may be making love with a prize fighter, or she may be running like mad through a field of stubble, one shoe one, one shoe off, a man named Corn Cob pursuing her hotly. Wherever she is I am standing in complete darkness; her absence blots me out.

  Henry Miller

  Running, Lying, Book

  Henry Miller (2007). “Sexus: The Rosy Crucifixion I”, p.7, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

• All the lies and evasions by which man has nourished himself civilization, in a word is the fruits of the creative artist. It is the creative nature of man which has refused to let him lapse back into that unconscious unity with life which characterizes the animal world from which he made his escape.

  Henry Miller

  Lying, Creativity, Men

  Henry Miller (2016). “The Wisdom of the Heart”, p.8, New Directions Publishing

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