#draw

If I were to draw, I would apply myself only to studying the form of inanimate objects," I said somewhat imperiously, because I wanted to change the subjects and also because a natural inclination does truly lead me to recognise my moods in the motionless suffering of things. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#introspection #moods #suffering #change

I concentrated on his eyes and his facial expression. Those said a lot about a person. I’d noticed that his eyes changed color based on his mood. Right now they were a true clear green, which meant he was happy. When his eyes turned cloudy with a mix of gray, he was angry. But my favorite shade was clear dark green, the color of his eyes when he’d just kissed me. Eyes only told part of the story. Drawing a portrait could be like looking at a person’s soul, when done right. ↗

— Marysue G. Hobika

#romance #change

They sell courage of a sort in the taverns. And another sort, though not for sale, a man can find in the confessional. Try the alehouses and the churches, Hugh. In either a man can be quiet and think. ↗

— Ellis Peters

#beer #confession #courage #drinking #quietness

She wasn’t crying at all. This was what scared him the most. Where had she locked up the things he’d seen her feeling that day when she heard? She wasn’t that big a girl to hold all of it—to hold her brother’s life and his death inside of her. To hold all his long-limbed raging tidal motion and all the loss of that. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#loss #morning #mourn #withdrawal #death

Dream, Draw, Do ↗

— Samar AlDhamadi

#draw #dream #dreams

If Everton were playing down the bottom of my garden, I'd draw the curtains. ↗

— Bill Shankly

#curtains #down #draw #everton #garden