#pressing

I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations. ↗

— Placido Domingo

#blacks #bursting #charm #colored #colors

It was like this blackness that crept into the corners of my life until everything was grey and dirty. My insides felt burnt out, like if you cut me open, all you would find would be smoke. No heart. No bones. There was nothing left, just the anger. It followed me everywhere. It sat on my bed and watched me sleep and when I had to eat, it looked at me across the table. ↗

— Tanya Byrne

#life #mystery-suspense #sad #anger

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#depressing #death

The songs come from a vulnerable place, but expressing that part of yourself can also make you feel fearless. ↗

— Deana Carter

#come #expressing #fearless #feel #make

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#death

Knowing yourself and expressing it is hip. I think knowing yourself is the real journey, for me anyway. ↗

— David Schwimmer

#expressing #hip #i #i think #journey

I believe that most of us, students and artists alike, ought to concern ourselves less with what we think is the right way to draw and more with letting our feelings flow through our hand. In this way, we stretch our dynamic nature. Our larger goal should be to draw in a way that expresses our vision. ↗

— Bert Dodson

#expressing #nature

Hasn't it been a long time since you had a flying dream? ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#dreams

From the moment we are born, we begin to die. ↗

— Janne Teller

#janne-teller #nothing #sadness #depression

...Sirius had never kept him waiting before...Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him...If Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back...That he really was... ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death #depressing #harry-potter #j-k-rowling #sad