White Canvases Quotes & Sayings

... having been with Boaz for so long that she could predict every one of his moves, their sex life was more like a race to see who came first. — Molly Antopol

After you break up with a person, you begin to be honest about their more annoying habits. — Marshall Thornton

Still, truth is how I remember it now. In a way, I am changing the past from my desk here in the future as I write. It always happens like this. This is how we all tell our story. — J.D. Radke

But my knowledge of Marxism was limited to knowing that Marx was a Jew, and that he had a long white beard. I said to Lunatcharsky (the political communist commissar for Education, 1918, fh) 'Whatever you do, don't ask me why I painted in blue or green, and why you can see a calf inside the cow's belly, etc. On the other hand you're welcome: if Marx is so wise, let him come back to life and explain it himself'. I showed him my canvases. — Marc Chagall

Making me fall in love with you and then dying would be a dick move. — Lisa Kessler

Speaking, writing, and discoursing are not mere acts of communication; they are above all acts of compulsion. Please follow me. Trust me, for deep feeling and understanding require total committment. — Trinh T. Minh-ha

Some people are too prideful to go out and reach out to people to help them in that situation because it's just such a dark time. — Terrell Owens

The melody of her heart had no name; it was quick, and light. It rolled with the waves, falling as the breath left his chest, rising as he inhaled. It was the rain sliding down the glass; the fog spreading its fingers over the water. The creaking of a ship's great body. The secrets whispered by the wind, and the unseen life that moved below. It was the flame of one last candle. — Alexandra Bracken

Way to go, Hunter," Reese said sarcastically. "Maybe we should invite everyone's girlfriends to show up and hang out. Fuck privacy, right? — Jessica Clare

The canvases which Mr. St. Jones referred to with a paintbrush that was long and slightly bowed: for the most part interiors, or undergrounds, of pocked and craggy holes, rock vaults with mossy floors and slimy walls, or narrow scenic vistas that skinny silver streams squirmed through like sidewinders flipped on their backs, beneath downward grasping tentacles of roots, stalactites dagger-sharp and dangling by threads of stone, stalagmites teetering, all doused, frozen in molten electric white that suggested what a glimpse of hell might be, too beautiful, some still lifes too, great bulbous beets, hoary legumes, giant scallions, white carrots, tomatoes, berries, squash in huge radiant bowls, and portraits, signed by Ionia, of shadows, from which gleamed eyes and teeth and nails and, here and there, a glowing bubble, or scrotum, caught the eye. Near the door a counter clacked but rather quietly. — Douglas Woolf

Christ," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "The first time I traveled, I attacked an automobile with an umbrella and nearly pissed myself in terror. So when I say you are taking this well, I hope you'll believe me. — Alexandra Bracken

There is no disease more conducive to clinical humility than aneurysm of the aorta. — William Osler

Walk amongst the natives by day, but in your heart be Superman. — Gene Simmons