#akin

To measure up takes skill, but to err is an art. ↗

— Anthony Marais

#art

One hopes that each piece contains enough space for several narratives. ↗

— Kiki Smith

#art-making #art

Legacy is not what's left tomorrow when you're gone. It's what you give, create, impact and contribute today while you're here that then happens to live on. ↗

— Rasheed Ogunlaru

#courage #destiny #fate-happiness #following-your-life-s-path #inspiring-quotes

In the creation of comedy, it is paradoxical that tragedy stimulates the spirit of ridicule; because ridicule, I suppose is an attitude of defiance: we must laugh in the face of our helplessness against the forces of nature - or go insane ↗

— Charles Chaplin

#attitude

What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you’re so ugly on the inside? ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#celebrity-culture #celebrity-gossip #celebutard #dark-humor #fake

When I realized I was going to die, the only thing I could think about was you and what an idiot I’d been for not telling you how I felt about you. I think I’ve loved you from the moment you lifted that awful blindfold off my face. I opened my eyes, and there you were, the bravest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. You set me free Natalie. In so many ways, you set me free. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#i-team #pamela-clare #romance #beauty

Travis was going to be a part of that, and if he wouldn’t let me save him, I had to save myself. ↗

— Jamie McGuire

#love #saving-yourself #smart-people #beauty

And though she could scarcely even feel them, her lips formed the words, and sound emerged, sounding frayed, and small and cracked, forged in her somehow before she was born, since before time, words meant only for him. “I love you.” Three of the most powerful words in the world offered to one of the most powerful men in London in such a small voice. And at first she thought nothing at all had happened. He didn’t blink. But then she realized she’d somehow set him . . . softly ablaze. Emotion burned from him, and his eyes . . . she would never forget his eyes in this moment. His hands remained at his sides. Which is when she noticed they were trembling. God help her, that’s when she felt tears begin to burn at the back of her eyes. One got away. And she brushed her hand roughly against it. And the man who never cleared his throat . . . cleared his throat. And his voice, in truth, wasn’t a good deal louder than hers. “Then it’s just as well that I love you, Genevieve. ↗

— Julie Anne Long

#beauty

There is nothing that is not beautiful about bread. The way it grows, from tiny grains, from bowls on the counter, from yeast blooming in a measuring cup like swampy islands. The way it fills a room, a house, a building, with its inimitable smells, submits to a firmly applied fist and contracts, swells again; the way it stretches and expands upon kneading, the warm, supple feel of it against skin. The sight of a warm roll on a table, the taste-sweet, sour, yeasty on the tongue. ↗

— Eleanor Brown

#beauty

I take a deep breath and sidestep my fear and begin speaking from the place where beauty and bravery meet--within the chambers of a quivering heart. ↗

— Terry Tempest Williams

#beauty