Curl Single Quotes & Sayings

Where some may see flat, static narratives, I see a spectrum of tonal gradations and realities. What I am creating is literally black portraiture with ballpoint pen ink. I'm looking for that in-between state in an individual where the overarching definition is lost. Skin as geography is the terrain I expand by emphasizing the specificity of blackness, where an individual's subjectivity, various realities and experiences can be drawn onto the diverse topography of the epidermis. From there, the possibilities of portraying a fully-fledged person are endless. — Toyin Odutola

What one has most to work and struggle for in painting is to do the work with a great amount of labour and sweat in such a way that it may afterward appear, however much it was laboured upon, to have been done almost quickly and almost without any labour, and very easily, although it was not. — Michelangelo

Death, the inevitable end of everything, confronted him for the first time with irresistible force. — Leo Tolstoy

I would give up the unessential; I would give up my money, I would give up my life for my children; but I wouldn't give myself. I can't make it more clear; it's only something I am beginning to comprehend, which is revealing itself to me. — Kate Chopin

I don't remember having a crush on a boy when I was a girl. I don't even remember my first kiss. — Maureen O'Hara

I'm pulled, pushed and then I find my back against a wall. Eagan's taut frame is bent toward mine, and my body is arched toward his. We create a peculiar sculpture of opposite forces. He cups my face in his palms and makes me look up at him. His lips are so close to mine, that I feel the whisper of his breath against my mouth; I smell mint and a hint of beer. I desire a kiss so desperately, my body is humming with longing. I curl my fingers around his wrists.
"I hate fighting with you," he admits huskily.
"I know. Me too."
"I need to hold you."
I nod and let him fold his arms around me. I bury my face against his chest and utter soft sounds of contentment as his warmth leaks into my skin.
I glance at our shadows painted on the gravel by darkness and streetlights; we're not opposite forces any longer, we're one single being.

("A Veil of Glass and Rain") — Petra F. Bagnardi

Most people believe, mistakenly, that wealth in a human society has something to do with money, but that's not true. Money is simply a medium of exchange. Prosperity in a human society is the accumulation of solutions to human problems that we create for ourselves. — Nick Hanauer

How long have you been there?" He stroked a damp curl off her forehead and pressed a single soft kiss to the pulse racing at the base of her throat. "Just got there. You okay?" Lord, the things he could do her with those lips. "Y - yes." "Sure?" "Uh-huh." She tried to look innocent. Like maybe she always just sat around. On a washer. While it was running. "Why?" "Because you're all breathless and a little sweaty." His eyes were darkening, his voice lowering in timbre. "And you're sitting on a washer. — Jill Shalvis

It's pretty lonely and sad to be single. Every night was the same for me, I'd go home and curl up in bed with my favorite book. Well, actually it was a magazine. — Tom Arnold

Thomas looked like someone's painting of the forgotten Greek god of body cologne. He had long hair so dark that light itself could not escape it, and even fresh from the shower it was starting to curl. His eyes were the color of thunderclouds, and he never did a single moment of exercise to earn the gratuitous amount of ripple in his musculature. He was wearing jeans and no shirt
his standard household uniform. I once saw him answer the door to speak to a female missionary in the same outfit, and she'd assaulted him in a cloud of forgotten copies of The Watchtower. The tooth marks she left had been interesting. — Jim Butcher

I was a very awkward high schooler, especially in early high school. — Aaron Tveit

Yoga releases the creative potential in life. — B.K.S. Iyengar

A founder who is in for the short run, or has no passion for the sector he is in, doesn't give me a great deal of comfort. — Ratan Tata

Let the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real. A cold breeze has sprung — Suzanne Collins

[M]ountaineering as a sport both emanates from and addresses itself back to (and back against) the normal patterns of middle class life. One of the dominant discourses of mountaineering [...] positions it critically against "bourgeois" existence, even as the sport demands the resources made possible by such an existence. — Sherry B. Ortner

As God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. COLOSSIANS 3:12 NIV — Billy Graham

Dreams are the inner perceptions and realizations that require goal oriented actions and persistence. — Debasish Mridha

The lens freezes time and space in what may be an optical slavery or, contrarily, the crystallization of meaning. The limits of the lens' vision are esthetically often a virtue. — Berenice Abbott

Pride is the ground in which all the other sins grow, and the parent from which all the other sins come. — William Barclay