Cityscapes Drawings Quotes & Sayings

The deader your gospel, the flashier your package. Smoke and subwoofers can never do what one glimpse of Christ crucified can do. — J.D. Greear

Their life is mysterious, it is like a forest; from far off it seems a unity, it can be comprehended, described, but closer it begins to separate, to break into light and shadow, the density blinds one. Within there is no form, only prodigious detail that reaches everywhere: exotic sounds, spills of sunlight, foliage, fallen trees, small beasts that flee at the sound of a twig-snap, insects, silence, flowers.
And all of this, dependent, closely woven, all of it is deceiving. There are really two kinds of life. There is, as Viri says, the one people believe you are living, and there is the other. It is this other which causes the trouble, this other we long to see. — James Salter

No mother, or father, should despair over whether or not they can afford - or access - the health care their child needs. — Rick Scott

Fall forward. Here's what I mean: Reggie Jackson struck out 2,600 times in his career - the most in the history of baseball. But you don't hear about the strikeouts. People remember the home runs. Fall forward. Thomas Edison conducted 1,000 failed experiments. Did you know that? I didn't either - because number 1,001 was the light bulb. Fall forward. Every failed experiment is one step closer to success. — Denzel Washington

Not all friendships take a long time to grow and deepen. Some are formed in an instant. — Robin Lee Hatcher

There'll be love there, Phil-faithful tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world-love that's waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colours are nit very brilliant? — L.M. Montgomery

To create architecture is to put in order. Put what in order? Function and objects. — Le Corbusier

As long as we wish for safety, we will have difficulty pursuing what matters. — Peter Block

At times throughout the night, they seemed to turn from real, living people into mere photographs of people, and then from photographs into memories, which are like photographs, and finally, as the ground blurred beneath them, whatever parts of them that could be seen from afar seemed to float like ghosts in the rippling air as they went about their work. — Josh Ritter