#street

We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only. ↗

— Henry Miller

#fragments #ideas #live #longer #mind

It's easy to set a story anywhere if you get a good guidebook and get some basic street names, and some descriptions, but, for me, yes, I am indebted to my travels to India for several of the stories. ↗

— Jhumoa Lahiri

#anywhere #basic #descriptions #easy #get

By the time you're 30 years old, you can be on a nowhere street, if you're not careful. ↗

— Gerry Cooney

#careful #nowhere #old #street #time

I've received a lot of compliments. People come right up to me on the street. They recognize me. ↗

— Harry Dean Stanton

#compliments #i #lot #me #people

I think people need housing. And there's empty buildings, I think people should live in there. If you want to call them squatters, trespassers, hey, I call Wall Street thieves! ↗

— Al Lewis

#call #empty #hey #housing #i

Art is an evolutionary act. The shape of art and its role in society is constantly changing. At no point is art static. There are no rules. ↗

— Raymond Salvatore Harmon

#graffiti #street-art #art

That weekend the city blushed with a great heat wave but on Monday it rained, cooling the ache in the street’s burn. ↗

— Daniel Amory

#city #downtown #dream #heat #hot

The leading cause of death among fashion models is falling through street grates. ↗

— Dave Barry

#cause #death #falling #fashion #grates

Design is a fundamental human activity, relevant and useful to everyone. Anything humans create—be it product, communication or system—is a result of the process of making inspiration real. I believe in doing what works as circumstances change: quirky or unusual solutions are often good ones. Nature bends and so should we as appropriate. Nature is always right outside our door as a reference and touch point. We should use it far more than we do. ↗

— Maggie Macnab

#art #creativity #design #logos #nature

Once the rain starts falling it’s hard to tell it to stop. I guess it stops in its own time. My tears, like the rain, kept falling as I made my way home through blurry vision. In truth it’s difficult to describe a broken heart. All I know is that unimaginable pain centers in your chest and radiates out, this throbbing, sharp ache that causes almost incapacitation. But there’s more than the ache. Denial lodges itself in your throat, and that lump is its own kind of pain. The affliction of heartbreak can also be found in a knot in your stomach. The knot contracts and expands, contracts and expands, until you’re pretty sure you’re not going to be able to hold down the vomit. ↗

— Samantha Young

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