#craft

The power of beauty Lies within our soul And how we choose To see everything It is not found from The strokes of a make-up brush Nor the acceptance from others ↗

— Apple Blossom

#wicca #witchcraft #beauty

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes. ↗

— Rumi

#beauty

After a few minutes Jim was forced to admit that he could recognize none of the constellations. Like everything else since the war, the sky was in a state of change. For all their movements, the Japanese aircraft were its only fixed points, a second zodiac above the broken land. ↗

— J.G. Ballard

#constellations #state-of-change #war #world-war-two #change

There is a part of me that no one ever sees. I hide behind a mask of heavy make-up and ever-changing hair and clothing. I try to reinvent myself. It doesn’t work. There are times when I am bone-crushingly sad. I just want to curl into a ball and hide from the rest of the world. But, I plaster on a smile and play the game for my family and friends. They call me a free spirit. I wish I were free. I feel like I am imprisoned by my own mind. ↗

— Julia Crane

#young-adult-fiction #young-adult-series #change

What's your status?" she asked him. "Healthy, wealthy, and wise. What's yours?" "Ha. Mean, crafty, and rude. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#mean-crafty-and-rude #roarke #death

Truth can only be found in one place: the code. ↗

— Robert C. Martin

#software-craftmanship #software-design #software-engineering #design

Serious literature does not exist to make life easy but to complicate it. ↗

— Witold Gombrowicz

#writing-craft-talent #life

The logic behind magic is that we create what we are imagining. ↗

— Mary Faulkner

#magick #wicca #witchcraft #imagination

Subtle and coy, the cemento at Maalouf's did not speak of war, or frontiers, and the spaces they narrowed, but, rather, grandeur. The tiles returned one to a realm where imagination, artistry, and craftsmanship were not only appreciated but given free reign, where what was unique and striking, or small and perfect, or wrought with care was desired, where gazed-upon objects were the products of peaceful hearts, hands long practiced and trained. War ends the values and traditions that produce such treasures. Nothing is maintained. Cultures that may seem as durable as stone can break like glass, leaving all the things that held them together unattended. I believe that the craftsman, the artist, the cook, and the silversmith are peacemakers. They instill grace; they lull the world to calm. ↗

— Anthony Shadid

#family

Now, listen Tyler,' Lara said, feeling a little impatient. She rather liked a cuddle after sex, and a bit of kissing. But a guilt trip was absolutely unacceptable, even if they were lying naked on someone else's kitchen table. ↗

— Lola Salt

#lara-craft #lola-salt #romance #life