Robert Fulghum Quotes

Knowledge is meaningful only if it is reflected in action. The human race has found out the hard way that we are what we do, not just what we think.

There are far worse things to drop on people than Crayolas.

"... "Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.

What does it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul?

My mother was pulling my leg on that one. I have collected so much gift-wrapped trash over the years from people who copped out and hurriedly bought a little plastic cheapie to give under the protective flag of good thoughts. I tell you, it is the gift that counts. Or rather, people who think good thoughts give good gifts. It ought to be a rule — the Brass Rule of Gift Exchange.

Don’t worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.

For forty years I combed my hair that way, and every time I did, I pushed my mother away from me. There was much she didn’t like about my life — and the parting of my hair became a ritual parting of the ways with her.

Out of the mouths of babes may come gems of wisdom, but also garbage.

If I don't have time to live my life right the first time, when am I going to find the time to go back and live it over?

... all things live only if something else is cleared out of the path to make way. No death; no life. No exceptions. Things must come and go. People. Years. Ideas. Everything. The wheel turns, and the old is cleared away as fodder for the new.

Revisiting the music of one’s youth is part of the reunion with self. Whatever your parents may have thought of the music, however the music may survive the test of time, if it was the music you listened to in high school or college days, then it plays forever in some ballroom of your mind. You can still mouth the words and do the dances.

Arguing whether or not God exists is like fleas arguing whether or not the dog exists. Arguing over the correct name of God is like fleas arguing over the name of the dog. And arguing over whose notion of God is correct is like fleas arguing over who owns the dog.

We are the Stuff of stars. And there behind my desk, I seem to be returning to my source, in a quiet way. Recombining with the Stuff of the universe into who-knows-what. And I've a heightened respect for what's going on in the nooks and crannies of my very own room. It isn't dirt. It's cosmic compost.

Life is — and we are — byproducts of combustion. Imagination turned to form and finally, memory.

Věřím, že fantazie je silnější než vědění.
Že mýty mají větší moc než historie.
Že sny jsou mocnější než skutečnost.
Že naděje vždy zvítězí nad zkušeností.
Že smích je jediným lékem na zármutek.
A věřím, že láska je silnější než smrt.