I was always behind in class. There was people in my class who was amazing at art, amazing at maths, amazing at English, but I wasn't clever with anything, even though I tried my hardest.
I'm from the Madeleine L'Engle school. The more she delves into science, the more she knows there's a creator who's behind these amazing laws, these amazing events. The symmetry of nature, the structure and order of it.
I choose films for their artistic value. I don't need a mansion or a Jaguar. When I leave this Earth, I won't take any money with me. All I will leave behind will be my art.
American art in general... takes to surreal exaggerations and metaphors; but its Puritan work ethic has little use for the playful self-indulgence behind Parisian Surrealism.
Since the world is ending,” Peter quoted from behind us, “why not let the children touch the paintings?
The dark-haired girl behind Winston had begun crying out: 'Swine! Swine! Swine!', and suddenly she picked up a heavy Newspeak dictionary and flung it at the screen.
I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.
Never climb a tree in a long dress," Kate panted, coming up behind me. "I'll remember that," I said.
He had been a demon for just two days, but the time when he knew what it was like to be loved seemed to exist in a hazily recalled past, to have been left behind long ago.
We are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding.
That nagging state of constant thought that exists somewhere between the ears and behind the eyes is the self.
Behind great discovery three values are the rudiments; inspiration , motivation and determination. To be a succesful general , you must be inspired, motivated and determined .
Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.
I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It’s the living. Those of us left behind.
Kennedy echoed Stanley Baldwin that a democracy is always two years behind a dictator.
In the office, Michael sat behind our father’s desk, clicking away at the computer with his right hand, and making notes with his left. Ambidextrous freak.
The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids.
Life is measured by - the ones left behind? Or his Faith? By Love? or by the people aside you? Or it has no meaning at all?
What is aesthetically beautiful, should not be able to be understood fully: by its mysterious character it should leave behind a vaguely pleasant feeling.
Your powers of observation are formidable," Michael says and Darien giggles behind one perfectly manicured hand, like some sort of preppie geisha.
The streetlight forge speech bubbles of illumination in the air. A faint glow from the moon casts eerie shadows behind the dark clouds.
