#postcard

I remember when an editor at the National Geographic promised to run about a dozen of my landscape pictures from a story on the John Muir trail as an essay, but when the group of editors got together, someone said that my pictures looked like postcards. ↗

— Galen Rowell

#dozen #editor #editors #essay #geographic

Dear Alec & Magnus, It's Izzy. Got your card. Glad you're having fun. Nothing's happening here-Clary's mom is marrying some werewolf. I think you guys should get married too. I'm thinking about planing it. I love planing parties. -Isabelle ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #magnus-bane #postcards #love

Well, I know that I'll never forget that, but also I won't forget the hundreds of people who sent me letters, telegrams, and postcards during that World Series. There wasn't a single nasty message. Everybody tried to say something nice. ↗

— Gil Hodges

#during #everybody #forget #hundreds #i

I get out of the taxi and it's probably the only city which in reality looks better than on the postcards, New York. ↗

— Milos Forman

#city #get #i #looks #new

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it. ↗

— Mary E. Pearson

#correspondence #picture #postcard #art

In those years before mobile phones, email and Skype, travelers depended on the rudimentary communications system known as the postcard. Other methods--the long-distance phone call, the telegram--were marked "For Emergency Use Only." So my parents waved me off into the unknown, and their news bulletins about me would have been restricted to "Yes, he's arrived safely,"and "Last time we heard he was in Oregon," and "We expect him back in a few weeks." I'm not saying this was necessarily better, let alone more character-forming; just that in my case it probably helped not to have my parents a button's touch away, spilling out anxieties and long-range weather forecasts, warning me against floods, epidemics and psychos who preyed on backpackers. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#postcards #technology #travel #communication

The road whinnies and rears up. The sky gallops. You are permanent within me in this chaos. Somewhere deep in my mind you shine forever, without moving, silent, like the angel awed by death, or like the insect burying itself in the rotted heart of a tree. ↗

— Miklós Radnóti

#death

Dear A & M, I talked to the manager of the Beauty Bar because I definitely saw you guys getting married against a hot pink backdrop, but he doesn't think we can fit more than fifty people inside and I'm thinking three hundred. How would you feel about getting married in the park? It might get cold, but you could ride a horse-drawn carriage to the ceremony. How do you feel about matching wedding crowns? -Isabelle ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #magnus-bane #postcards #beauty

Because we do not sell photographs, we have no royalties on books, posters, postcards. ↗

— Christo

#books #photographs #postcards #posters #royalties

Jace, There is no wedding! Stop Isabelle! Sit on her if you have to. Just stop her from doing whatever she's doing or I can never come home. -Alec ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #postcards #city-of-fallen-angels