#nothin

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#else #matters #nothing #nothing matters #silence

I believe that the reason why I love painting so much is that it forces one to be objective. There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality. ↗

— Max Beckmann

#forces #hate #i #i believe #i believe that

There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality. ↗

— Max Beckmann

#i #more #nothing #sentimentality #than

Twilight is about getting older and relationships - not about a murder mystery. It's about love when you reach a certain age; nothing is in primary colors. ↗

— Robert Benton

#age #certain #certain age #colors #getting

Nothing stays the same it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time. Only the moment you're in has any meaning." "There are things that stand the test of time, there are things that last. Like love." "Love theres nothing more fragile or ephereal. Love is like fire on a rainy day: you've got to spend all your time protecting it, feeding it, tending it because if you don't it goes out." "There are some loves that last." "No, what lasts is the pain that comes after love. ↗

— Guillaume Musso

#nothing-lasts-forever #pain #love

Lena wished that love were something you could flip on and off. You could turn it on when you felt good about yourself and worthy of it and generous enough to return it. You could flip it off when you needed to hide or self-destruct ad had nothing at all to give. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#good #love #nothing-to-give #self-destruct #wished

The projector's beam lay warm on Walt's neck, and he knew they'd all been plucked from danger and love, from another time, another place, and set back into this dark, sticky-floored theater, in the heart of nothing much that mattered. ↗

— Alan Heathcock

#nothing #love

It is midnight in the hard part of town. The mask is itching like it always does. The ragged end of my cape is soaking in a puddle of something I don't want to guess about. I'm crouched behind a kicked-in aluminum trash can. It stinks of rotted meat and drunkard's piss - and I feel right at home. (from Nothing to Lose) ↗

— Steve Vernon

#nothing-to-lose #home

Life serves the food, and Death always shows up to the banquet, like an univited guest with nothing in hand to contribute, just to devour everything then leave. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#death #devour #left-with-nothing #life #selfish

My parents were like June and Ward Cleaver; there was nothing dysfunctional about them. ↗

— Kelly Ripa

#cleaver #dysfunctional #june #like #nothing