#nice

Remember that the most beautifull things in the world are the most useless. ↗

— John Ruskin

#the-stones-of-venice #beauty

No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a really nice man who wishes she were not. ↗

— Mary Catherine Bateson

#discover #happily #her #how #man

Homer is the nice side of Al Bundy with the same intellect. I really like him and Al Bundy. ↗

— Uwe Boll

#bundy #him #homer #i #intellect

They DO live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface, change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever in any love of a year's standing. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#change

Sometimes the guy you think is too nice, is just the guy trying his hardest to love you. ↗

— Stephan Labossiere

#love #relationships #too-nice #dating

She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#death #inspirational #life #nice #death

And off in the far distance, the gold on the wings of the angel atop the bell tower of San Marco flashed in the sun, bathing the entire city in its glistening benediction. ↗

— Donna Leon

#italy #venice #death

Venice appeared to me as in a recurring dream, a place once visited and now fixed in memory like images on a photographer’s plates so that my return was akin to turning the leaves of a portfolio: a scene of the gondolas moored by the railway station; the Grand Canal in twilight; the Rialto bridge; the Piazza San Marco; the shimmering, rippling wonderland; the bustling water traffic; the fish market; the Lido beach and boardwalk; Teeny in the launch; the singing, gesturing gondoliers; the bourgeois tourists drinking coffee at Florian’s; the importunate beggars; the drowned girl’s ghost haunting the Bridge of Sighs; the pigeons, mosquitoes and fetor of decay. ↗

— Gary Inbinder

#travel #venice #dreams

The realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn,—not the material of my every-day existence--but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in itself. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#dreams

Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there. ↗

— Elliott Carter

#come #down #end #here #hotel