#ky

Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#aging #color #growth #old-age #peach

At my age, if I make it up, it's still an old saying. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#old-age #old-sayings #age

Was it the forgetfulness of old age or personal incapacity that made the man able to say please but not thank you? ↗

— Yann Martel

#old-age #rudeness #study-in-character #age

Every decent man of our age must be a coward and a slave. That is his normal condition. Of that I am firmly persuaded. He is made and constructed to that very end. And not only at the present time owing to some casual circumstance, but always, at all times, a decent man is bound to be a coward and a slave. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#fyodor-dostoyevsky #notes-from-the-underground #slave #age

Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios? ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#cheerios #funny #vee-sky #anger

When the morning comes, let it go, this too shall pass. ↗

— Ok Go

#jr #music-lyrics #of-the-blue-colour-of-the-sky #ok-go #this-too-shall-pass

I'm lucky enough to be able to make films and so I don't need a psychiatrist. I can sort out my fears and all those things with my work. That's an enormous privilege. That's the privilege of all artists, to be able to sort out their unhappiness and their neuroses in order to create something. ↗

— Michael Haneke

#artists #create #enormous #enough #fears

Talent never guarantees the success, its the art of success which can leads you to the sky ↗

— Dr. Zeeshan Ahmed

#success #talent #art

It was the soul of the machine, the ethological epicentre, the planetary ground zero of their commercial energy. I could almost feel it, shivering down like bomb-blasted rivers of glass from these undreaming towers of dark and light invading the snow-dark sky. ↗

— Iain M. Banks

#ethological-epicentre #new-york-city #snow-dark-sky #art

The other day, when I was deciding where to place a mountain range, how to make a river's flow detour around underground stalactite caves, and what precise color to give the sky at sunset, I realized I was God... or an artist and a writer. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#artist #color #create #creating #creation