#light

So the thing that's beautiful about the Rolleiflex is that I open the camera up from the top and put my face in and that the camera's all about composition and all about light. ↗

— Matthew Modine

#beautiful #camera #composition #face #i

I see I have this patience to wait it out, and the truth is no matter how dark I feel I would never take my own life, because when the darkness is over, then what a blessing is the feeblest ray of light! ↗

— Valerie Martin

#inspirational #jekyll-and-hyde #life-and-living #light #beauty

A careful driver is one who honks his horn when he goes through a red light. ↗

— Henry Morgan

#driver #goes #his #horn #light

If they want to talk about aliens and anything like that... that's part of the gift God gave us. That's what makes life exciting. We're pretty stuck, you know. What gives flight to our life is our imagination. ↗

— Michael Moriarty

#anything #exciting #flight #gave #gift

His face and arms are so artfully disguised as to be invisible. I kneel beside him. “I guess all those hours decorating cakes paid off.” Peeta smiles. “Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#art

In the most general terms, the Enlightenment goes back to Plato's belief that truth and beauty and goodness are connected; that truth and beauty, disseminated widely, will sooner or later lead to goodness. (While we're making at effort at truth and goodness, beauty reminds us what we're hold out for.) ↗

— Susan Neiman

#enlightenment #philosophy #beauty

Enlightenment is: absolute cooperation with the inevitable. ↗

— Anthony de Mello

#inspirational #spirituality #inspirational

I've always slightly worried the kids who play football around my house. They know I'm an actor, but felt sorry for me because they'd never seen anything I've done. ↗

— Bill Nighy

#always #anything #around #because #done

Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a newborn child? ↗

— Dorothy Nolte

#earth #joy #joys #lighten #like

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#flight #life #loss #nostalgia #age