#aged

I had an art teacher who's the reason I got there in high school who encouraged me to go to Alabama. That's where she had gone and kept raving over their art department. ↗

— Sela Ward

#art #department #encouraged #go #gone

The War has been waged with success, although there have been in some instances errors and misfortunes. But the heart of the nation is sounder and its hopes brighter. ↗

— Gideon Welles

#been #brighter #errors #heart #hopes

It's almost scary how good things are right now. I've been engaged now for about a year, and it's the first time anything like that has happened to me. ↗

— Bryan White

#almost #anything #been #engaged #first

I would ask my parents something, but then go to my siblings. We were encouraged to bounce ideas off everyone. ↗

— Ahmet Zappa

#bounce #encouraged #everyone #go #i

I was encouraged to hear that GM has made great progress on the hydrogen car. ↗

— Albert Wynn

#encouraged #gm #great #great progress #hear

When we age we shed many skins: ego, arrognace, dominance, self-opionated, unreliable, pessimism, rudeness, selfish, uncaring ... Wow, it's good to be old! ↗

— Stephen Richards

#aged #ageing #ageism #old-age #old-men

Sometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then it’s gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?" The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. "We’re all damaged somehow. ↗

— Libba Bray

#beauty

Our tragedy is their beauty. Our pain is their art. The beatific bereavement that is our life captured on a canvas for all the world to see. ↗

— Solange nicole

#beauty #inspiration #life #pain #sad

My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto the highest heavens. ↗

— Thomas Kyd

#grief #tragedy #beauty

LARRY--(with increasing bitter intensity, more as if he were fighting with himself than with Hickey) I'm afraid to live, am I?--and even more afraid to die! So I sit here, with my pride drowned on the bottom of a bottle, keeping drunk so I won't see myself shaking in my britches with fright, or hear myself whining and praying: Beloved Christ, let me live a little longer at any price! If it's only for a few days more, or a few hours even, have mercy, Almighty God, and let me still clutch greedily to my yellow heart this sweet treasure, this jewel beyond price, the dirty, stinking bit of withered old flesh which is my beautiful little life! (He laughs with a sneering, vindictive self-loathing, staring inward at himself with contempt and hatred. Then abruptly he makes Hickey again the antagonist.) You think you'll make me admit that to myself? ↗

— Eugene O'Neill

#reality-check #tragedy #beauty