#script

I've been spoiled by this project. I was given the script and went in to read, realizing that this was a powerful story and one that wasn't told very often. ↗

— Wentworth Miller

#given #i #often #powerful #project

To argue with a man who has renounced the use and authority of reason, and whose philosophy consists in holding humanity in contempt, is like administering medicine to the dead, or endeavoring to convert an atheist by scripture. ↗

— Thomas Paine

#simile #stubbornness #scripture

These cities grew in approximately the same places as our cities do now, however different the shape of the continents was. There was even a New York that in some way resembled the New York familiar to all of you, but was much newer, or, rather, more awash with new products, new toothbrushes, a New York with its own Manhattan that stretched out dense with skyscrapers gleaming like the nylon bristles of a brand-new toothbrush. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#humor #surreal #humor

Pale hair fell in waves to his shoulders, framing a face mortal females considered a sensual feast. They didn't know the man was actually a devil in angel's skin. They should have, though. He practically glowed with irreverence, and there was an unholy gleam in his green eyes that proclaimed he would laugh in your face while cutting out your heat. Or laugh in your face while you cut out his heart. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#descriptive #fictional #description

The day was gray, the color of Europe. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#description

In one of his darker moments, the irony started him laughing and he couldn't stop, and the sounds that came from him, before finally tapering into sobs, were so far from mirth they might have been the forced inversion of laughter-like a soul pulled inside out to reveal its rawest meats. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#beautiful-description #despair #emotions #karou #beauty

Shriveled apple cores stood side by side on the window sill, a long row of them with their seed chambers bitten open and the pointed sees scattered on the floor. The brown, discolored remnants of their flesh bore the imprint of his grandfather's teeth. That was the image This was left with, the one that ever since was the first to recur when he thought of his dead grandfather: shriveled apple cores on the sill of a window that looked out onto an overgrown garden. ↗

— Hansjörg Schertenleib

#descriptive #death

There is no secret in heaven or earth but is recorded in a glorious book. ↗

— Anonymous

#god #koran #omniscience #qu-ran #quran

I think the greatest weakness in the church today is that almost no one believes that God invests His power in the Bible. Everyone is looking for power in a program, in a methodology, in a technique, in anything and everything but that in which God has placed it—His Word. He alone has the power to change lives for eternity, and that power is focused on the Scriptures. ↗

— R.C. Sproul

#god #gospel #scripture #change

Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#face #faces #hair #personal-appearance #simile