Carolyn Parkhurst Quotes
How can it be, I wondered, that we can be lying in bed next to a person we love wholly and helplessly, a person we love more than our own breath, and still ache to think of the one who caused us pain all those years ago? It's the betrayal of this second heart of ours, its flesh tied off like a fingertip twined tightly round with a single hair, blue-tinged from lack of blood. The shameful squeeze of it.
Carolyn Parkhurst
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Get a feedback loop and listen to it. … When people give you feedback, cherish it and use it.
Randy Pausch
Make a drawing. Start it all over again, trace it. Start it and trace it again.
Edgar Degas
The artist may be well advised to keep his work to himself till it is completed, because no one can readily help him or advise him with it...but the scientist is wiser not to withhold a single finding or a single conjecture from publicity.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Standing alone,eager to just believe,it's good enough to be what you really are,but in your heart,uncertainty forever lies,and you'll always be,somewhere on the outside.
Mariah Carey
Speak your name And I'll feel a thrill. You said I do, And I said I will.I tell you that I'll stay true, And give you just a little time. Wait on me baby, I want you to be all mine. I just get so blue.Since you've been gone, baby (why'd you do it? why'd you have to do it?)
Aretha Franklin
Love is the law, love under will.
Aleister Crowley
'It’s a wonder to me,' said Adams sourly, 'that you don’t simply melt down in the white heat of your brilliance.'
Clifford D. Simak
Molti consigli de le donne sonoMeglio improviso, ch'a pensarvi, usciti.
Ludovico Ariosto
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reeds. Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your heart to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower and you, its only seed.
Bette Midler
Some people don't believe in climate warning - like those who don't believe there was a Holocaust.
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney and Wings
How can it be, I wondered, that we can be lying in bed next to a person we love wholly and helplessly, a person we love more than our own breath, and still ache to think of the one who caused us pain all those years ago? It's the betrayal of this second heart of ours, its flesh tied off like a fingertip twined tightly round with a single hair, blue-tinged from lack of blood. The shameful squeeze of it.
Carolyn Parkhurst