#postcard

Well, I know that I'll never forget that, but also I won't forget the hundreds of people who sent me letters, telegrams, and postcards during that World Series. There wasn't a single nasty message. Everybody tried to say something nice. ↗

— Gil Hodges

#during #everybody #forget #hundreds #i

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

— Mary E. Pearson

#correspondence #picture #postcard #art

I remember when an editor at the National Geographic promised to run about a dozen of my landscape pictures from a story on the John Muir trail as an essay, but when the group of editors got together, someone said that my pictures looked like postcards. ↗

— Galen Rowell

#dozen #editor #editors #essay #geographic

I get out of the taxi and it's probably the only city which in reality looks better than on the postcards, New York. ↗

— Milos Forman

#city #get #i #looks #new

The road whinnies and rears up. The sky gallops. You are permanent within me in this chaos. Somewhere deep in my mind you shine forever, without moving, silent, like the angel awed by death, or like the insect burying itself in the rotted heart of a tree. ↗

— Miklós Radnóti

#death