#air

Images cluttered the pages, but one tattoo set her nerves on edge; inky black eyes surrounded by wings likes shadows coalescing. Mine. The thought, the need, the reaction was overpowering. Leslie looked up. "This one." she said. "I need this one. But the image is more than just tempting art, and it draws her into a world of shadows and desire- into the world of Faerie. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#art

Whatever happens in your life, no matter how troubling things might seem, do not enter the neighbourhood of despair. Even when all doors remain closed, God wil open up a new path only for you. Be thankful! It is easy to be thankful when all is well. A Sufi is thankful not only for what he has been given but also for all that has been denied. ↗

— Elif Shafak

#hope #life #sufi #life

I used to have straw-colored hair. Horses loved it. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#horses #change

I do my job like I breathe — so if I can’t breathe I’m in trouble. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#art #artsist #breath #breathing #designer

Sadness is the ambrosia of all art. ↗

— Frances Fong

#disgust #inertia #isolation #poetry #sadness

That's not precisely what I had in mind." Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl. ↗

— Diana Gabaldon

#art

Anything to declare? the customs inspector said."Two pound of uncut heroin and a manual of pornographic art," Mark answered, looking about for Kity. All Americans are comedians, the inspector thought, as he passed Parker through. A government tourist hostess approached him."Are you Mr. Mark Parker?""Guilty. ↗

— Leon Uris

#heroin #security #art

The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#misery #necessity #need #art

I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly. ...I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken. ↗

— Carolyn Turgeon

#fairy #godmother #heart #heartbreak #wings

And like no other sculpture in the history of art, the dead engine and dead airframe come to life at the touch of a human hand, and join their life with the pilot's own. ↗

— Richard Bach

#airplanes #aviation #flying #pilot #art