#strings

The progression of roles you take strings together a portrait of an actor, but it's a completely random process. ↗

— Meryl Streep

#completely #portrait #process #progression #random

We live in a dancing matrix of viruses; they dart, rather like bees, from organism to organism, from plant to insect to mammal to me and back again, and into the sea, tugging along pieces of this genome, strings of genes from that, transplanting grafts of DNA, passing around heredity as though at a great party. ↗

— Lewis Thomas

#along #around #back #bees #dancing

Certain voices hold this odd pull on our heartstrings. They are like sad oboes or something, something that makes you want to throw all your money at the radio while yelling, "I love you." I don't know what it is. ↗

— Jonathan Goldstein

#voices #yelling #love

Angels of highest light and love, Angels that radiate beams of pure energy from the heavens above. Please join us and be with us on this very night, As the soul of our beloved joins you in flight. We pray that you send this soul embraced in your lovely wings, During his journey may he hear harps, and trumpets and strings. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#angels #beam-of-energy #embraced #harps #hospice

Maybe its a case of one guitar feeling a certain way to the hands that makes one subsequently move differently over the strings, but my intent is always to wring the maximum emotional resonance out of the object in hand. ↗

— Gary Lucas

#case #certain #certain way #differently #emotional

Most men, no matter how well or badly dressed, carry overstuffed, beat up wallets that should have been replaced years ago. Why is that? Every time I see a guy take out a wallet anywhere, it looks like a piece of old melted chocolate cake-with strings. ↗

— Jonathan Carroll

#anywhere #badly #beat #been #carry

All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#gods #homemade #ours #power #pull

I stone got crazy when I saw somebody run down them strings with a bottleneck. My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and I said that I had to learn. ↗

— Muddy Waters

#christmas #christmas tree #crazy #down #eyes

Have you ever, on a cloudless night, looked down from a passing aircraft flying over Canada? Endless, glowing strings of cities, towns, and homesteads. Stretching on and on, one province to the next. With only the stars in the distance. ↗

— Paul Martin

#canada #cities #distance #down #endless

Even Hitchcock liked to think of himself as a puppeteer who was manipulating the strings of his audience and making them jump. He liked to think he had that kind of control. ↗

— David Cronenberg

#control #even #had #himself #his