#picture

I was the first celebrity in pictures to be marrying a titled European. ↗

— Gloria Swanson

#european #first #i #marrying #pictures

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it. ↗

— Mary E. Pearson

#correspondence #picture #postcard #art

In order to properly understand the big picture, everyone should fear becoming mentally clouded and obsessed with one small section of truth. ↗

— Xun Zi

#big #big picture #clouded #everyone #fear

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#oscar-wilde #the-picture-of-dorian-gray #wilde #beauty

A picture can tell a thousand words, but a few words can change it’s story. ↗

— Sebastyne Young

#power-of-words #words #change

Yet, as has been said of him before, no theory of life seemed to him to be of any importance compared with life itself. He felt keenly conscious of how barren all intellectual speculation is when separated from action and experiment. He knew that the senses, no less than the soul, have their spiritual mysteries to reveal. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#experience

I think you have a pact with an audience in every picture, and I think the pact is to try and be truthful and to be real. ↗

— James L. Brooks

#be real #every #i #i think #pact

I always try to treat the book itself as the artwork. I don't want you to stop while you're reading one of my books and say, 'Oh! What a gorgeous illustration!' I want you to stop at the end of the book and say, 'This is a good book. ↗

— Chris Raschka

#children-s-book #children-s-literature #illustration #inspiration #kid-s-book

Going back into the history of a word, very often into Latin, we come back pretty commonly to pictures or models of how things happen or are done. ↗

— J. L. Austin

#come #commonly #done #going #happen

I wanted to say a certain thing to a certain man, a certain true thing that had crept into my head. I opened my head, at the place provided, and proceeded to pronounce the true thing that lay languishing there—that is, proceeded to propel that trueness, that felicitous trularity, from its place inside my head out into world life. The certain man stood waiting to receive it. His face reflected an eager accepting-ness. Everything was right. I propelled, using my mind, my mouth, all my muscles. I propelled. I propelled and propelled. I felt trularity inside my head moving slowly through the passage provided (stained like the caves of Lascaux with garlic, antihistamines, Berloiz, a history, a history) toward its debut on the world stage. Past my teeth, with their little brown sweaters knitted of gin and cigar smoke, toward its leap to critical scrutiny. Past my lips, with their tendency to flake away in cold weather— ↗

— Donald Barthelme

#language #speech #truth #life