#year

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it. ↗

— Amy Lowell

#yearning #love

In that Macondo forgotten even by the birds, where the dust and the heat had become so strong that it was difficult to breathe, secluded by solitude and love and by the solitude of love in a house where it was almost impossible to sleep because of the noise of the red ants, Aureliano, and Amaranta Úrsula were the only happy beings, and the most happy on the face of the earth. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it. ↗

— Jean Rhys

#loss #love #yearning #life

I have been playing a lot of keyboards, especially in the last five or six years. I suppose it gives you more scope than the guitar, although it does tend to make you write a different way. ↗

— Mick Ralphs

#been #different #different way #does #especially

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#death

I figured as I got older, the good roles for women would be in the theatre. So 15 years ago I started building a Broadway career to try and develop the chops to be accepted as a great theatrical actress. ↗

— Kathleen Turner

#actress #ago #broadway #building #career

Years later I made a movie with Wayne Newton, who has Arabians. ↗

— Eric Roberts

#i #later #made #movie #newton

What good does it do you to love? ↗

— Trisha Leigh

#deshi #dissidents #love #love-hurts #lucas

The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies. Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night. The bell can only be seen at the turning of the year, when the days wind down into nothing, and get ready to march out again. When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart. It is your immortal inspiration. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#beginnings #bell #end #endings #fresh-start

A few years ago, kids from poor areas in France were asked to draw items of food. For a chicken, they drew a drumstick. For a fish, they drew a fish stick. Those are extremes, but there is a lot that needs to be done to help children discover good food. ↗

— Joel Robuchon

#areas #asked #chicken #children #discover