#col

I do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done erotic pictures? ↗

— Egon Schiele

#art #artists #deny #done #drawings

I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles and even more, for every one of your smiles. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#colin-bridgerton #love #love

I attended college in Los Angeles and wore black pumps to work every day. ↗

— Ree Drummond

#attended #black #college #day #every

Somewhere along the way, I started to believe it myself. I think that being brave and self confident doesn’t necessarily start inside, honey. It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#inspirational #kiki-sparks #inspirational

If we were to wake up some morning and find that everyone was the same race, creed and color, we would find some other causes for prejudice by noon. ↗

— George Aiken

#color #creed #everyone #find #morning

Someone asked them a question about their poetry, and whether it was hard having to relive their words each time they performed. Their reply was that although they had moved beyond that--from the person or event that inspired their words at that point in time--it doesn't mean someone listening to them wasn't in that. So? So what if heartache you wrote last year isn't what you're feeling today. It may be exactly what the person in the front row is feeling. What you're feeling now, and the person you may reach with your words five years from now--that's why you write poetry. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#poetry #slammed #inspirational

I guess it goes to show that you just never know where life will take you. You search for answers. You wonder what it all means. You stumble, and you soar. And, if you’re lucky, you make it to Paris for a while. ↗

— Amy Thomas

#new-york #paris #life

Brush strokes write poetry harmonized through the cords of an artist's imagination. Color, contrast, simple compassion splattered across paper leaves tainted with the melody of the silent wind. Gasping, grasping, simply glancing at the souls of those who were not blessed with the visionary sight of inspirational artistry. ↗

— Laura S. Al Bast

#artistry #color #gasping #quote #sight

Each of us carries within himself a collection of instant insults. ↗

— Haim Ginott

#collection #each #himself #instant #insults

To own a certain book - and to choose it without help - is to define yourself. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#collecting #reading #life