#outer

Painting... in which the inner and the outer man are inseparable, transcends technique, transcends subject and moves into the realm of the inevitable. ↗

— Lee Krasner

#inner #inseparable #into #man #moves

Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#becomes #callous #conform #dull #emptiness

Yes. Kissing. Overrated." "I could change your mind," Zach said, surprising the hell out of them both. Why would he take something as simple as this banter as a challenge? "I don't know that I want to, but I feel right sure I could." "How arrogant. How typically male." "I suppose." He shrugged and reached for the wine bottle. "More?" She nodded, frowning now. "How do you know you could change my mind? It's been a long time since you... well—" "Over two years." The pain was there, an ache in his chest he imagined he would feel every time he thought of Hannah. And he thought of her every day. Dreamed of her about as often. But lately, maybe only in the past week, he'd begun to realize that his life had not ended with his wife's. He either had to die or start living again. ↗

— Tracy Sumner

#north-carolina #outer-banks #romance #sensual #sexy

Because of sorrow, my awareness of life's pulse is strongly detectable. It is syncopation while I journey, a lap of ocean in the eyes of every person I meet. This awareness informs the flesh of my stories. Grief has been an odd companion, at first a terror, but now I am all the better having accepted it for its intrinsic worth. ↗

— Patricia Hickman

#outer-banks #southern-fiction #southern-writers #inspirational

I started out hoping to remind people at some point in the novel that we should be loving and kind. But then the theme usurped my life, spilling over into my novels until love was no longer a small voice, but now my purpose as a writer. ↗

— Patricia Hickman

#outer-banks #southern-fiction #southern-writers #inspirational

We can never obtain peace in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves. ↗

— Dalai Lama

#never #obtain #ourselves #outer #outer world

I've always wondered what it would be like if somebody from outer space landed with three heads. Then all of a sudden everybody else wouldn't look so bad, huh? Well, OK you're a little different from me but, hey, ya got one head. ↗

— Cyndi Lauper

#bad #different #else #everybody #everybody else

I wanted to create a picture in music of what could be up there in outer space. ↗

— Joe Meek

#create #i #music #outer #outer space

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. ↗

— John Muir

#bowing #branches #cease #ear #enthusiasm

I'm extremely compassionate, loving, all of those warm fuzzy things, but the outer shell doesn't project that all the time. ↗

— Frank Ocean

#extremely #fuzzy #i #loving #outer