#pain

No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#pain #beauty

Why? Why does what was beautiful suddenly shatter in hindsight because it concealed dark truths? Why does the memory of years of happy marriage turn to gall when our partner is revealed to have had a lover all those years? Because such a situation makes it impossible to be happy? But we were happy! Sometimes the memory of happiness cannot stay true because it ended unhappily. Because happiness is only real if it lasts forever? Because things always end painfully if they contained pain, conscious or unconscious, all along? But what is unconscious, unrecognized pain? ↗

— Bernhard Schlink

#memory #pain #beauty

Dante laughed. "No cold soup, no goat cheese. I'll make a mental note. And no Gottfried Curse." "And for you it's no food at all. No sleep. And no tunnels." "I'm low maintenance." "Is that what you are? Because I've been trying to figure it out all semester." "And what have you concluded?" "A mutant. A rare disease. A creature from the inferno. Dante." "And what if you found out you were right?" he asked. "What if it meant that I could hurt you?" "I would say that I'm not scared. Everyone has the ability to hurt. It's the choice that matters. ↗

— Yvonne Woon

#hurt #love #pain #beauty

I think it would be better if nobody owned anything, but they didn't starve. Had enough paint and enough pianos and everything else. ↗

— Arthur Boyd

#better #else #enough #everything #had

To me, it's like the difference between a pen and a paintbrush. Music draws from almost the identical place as art does, which really is that intangible - it's like you're pulling from the ether. I don't know where it comes from. Nobody really does. It sort of arrives when it wants to. ↗

— Brandon Boyd

#arrives #art #between #comes #difference

A painstaking course in qualitative and quantitative analysis by John Wing gave me an appreciation of the need for, and beauty of, accurate measurement. ↗

— Paul D. Boyer

#analysis #appreciation #beauty #course #gave

Everything was coming my way, but I was going down. I was painfully empty. ↗

— Lorraine Bracco

#down #empty #everything #going #i

A babe at the breast is as much pleasure as the bearing is pain. ↗

— Marion Zimmer Bradley

#bearing #much #pain #pleasure

Speaks cheerful English and in the past has written this language with a paintbrush that talks. ↗

— Jimmy Breslin

#english #in the past #language #paintbrush #past

No, I do a bunch of things to entertain myself. I paint, I make music, I take photographs. ↗