Charles Baudelaire Quotes
If rape, poison, daggers, arsonHave not yet embroidered with their pleasing designsThe banal canvas of our pitiable lives,It is because our souls have not enough boldness.
Charles Baudelaire
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I'm a pointillist, just working my tiny little piece of the canvas. I'm not so good at perspective.
Garry Trudeau
So Pa sold the little house. He sold the cow and calf. He made hickory bows and fastened them upright to the wagon box. Ma helped him stretch white canvas over them.
Laura Ingalls Wilder
I love my fans, and I try to keep in touch with them as much as I can.
Victoria Justice
Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.
Gary Zukav
Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine,Two shadows starting to softly combine.The picture they're paintingIs one of the heart;And to those who have seen it,It's a true work of art.Oh, the red strokes,Passions uncaged;Thundering moments of tenderness rage.Oh, the red strokes,Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn),Burning the night like the dawn.
Garth Brooks
A mistake constantly made by those who should know better is to judge people of the past by our standards rather than their own. The only way men or women can be judged is against the canvas of their own time.
Louis L'Amour
My song can make you cry, take you by surprise. At the same time, can make your dry your eyes with the same rhyme. See what you're seeing is a genius at work, which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first.
Eminem
Wonders will never cease.
David Garrick
But I've also been around this town long enough to know that when nobody is calling you and saying, 'Hang in there,' that isn't a great signal either.
Linda Chavez
You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it.
Ernest Hemingway
I watched you for years,” she whispered. The tears were drying on her cheeks, and heat was building within her. If he would just touch her. Touch her there. “I watched you and you never saw me.
Elizabeth Hoyt
If rape, poison, daggers, arsonHave not yet embroidered with their pleasing designsThe banal canvas of our pitiable lives,It is because our souls have not enough boldness.
Charles Baudelaire