Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.
I began to feel lighthearted. Don't ever do that; it tempts some dark and evil force abroad in the universe.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Taste is the fundamental quality which sums up all the other qualities. It is the nec plus ultra of the intelligence. Through this alone is genius the supreme health and balance of all the faculties.
Yesterday I was thinking about the whole idea of genius and creative people, and the notion that if you create some magical art, somehow that exempts you from having to pay attention to the small things.
Dumbing down takes many forms: art that is good for you, museums that flatter you, universities that increase your self-esteem. Culture, after all, is really about you.
For when it is the good that is under consideration, and the ethical object is predominant, truth must be considered more in reference to art than science, if, that is, unity is to be preserved in the work generally.
And, moreover, it is art in its most general and comprehensive form that is here discussed, for the dialogue embraces everything connected with it, from its greatest object, the state, to its least, the embellishment of sensuous existence.
These maxims and the art of interpreting them may be said to constitute the premisses of science but I prefer to call them our scientific beliefs. These premisses or beliefs are embodied in a tradition, the tradition of science.
I think the definition of an artist is not necessarily tied into excellence or talent; an artist is somebody who, if you took away their freedom to make art, would lose their mind.
Finally the dawn came, the sky fringed with pink, and the sun bright as a coin in a spill of rising red.
since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light
World domination is such an ugly phrase. I prefer to call it world optimisation.
She wanted to ask him why they were all strangers who shared the same last name.
And it's wrong of you to think that love leaves room for nothing else. It's possible to love something and still condescend to it.
Oh hell no,” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “I’m not playing Buffy the goddamn Vampire Slayer with you.
The sun is not shining forever there are dark moment too . Your commitment , communication and consideration can bring back the light in the stormy days too.
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.
What if I'm in charge of my own damn light switch?
Reality is crushing. The world is a wrong-sized shoe. How can anyone stand it?
