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painting people stop
People stop and say 'Why are you painting on a building?' Bob Murray
paint
The things that I paint are things that I know very well. Jamie Wyeth
painting shows simpler
I wanted a painting that shows a more simpler time. Jonathan Simon
paint
The whole thing is to paint me as anti-business and no-growth, Greg Collins
pain work-out people
You want to be burning calories after you work out. The problem becomes for most people - its not pleasant, its painful. You have to have the pain tolerance to be able to deal with that, which a lot of people do not. Brett Hoebel
pain joy upset
Having someone to share not only the joy of life, but the pain of life... that's been sort of the biggest lesson of marriage. I can never get angry or upset with my partner because they're just a part of me. Ashton Kutcher
pain betrayal lying
Then no rightful cause was left, and the pain of anger was turning into the shameful pain of submission. He had no right to condemn anyone - he thought - to denounce anything, to fight and die joyously, claiming the sanctity of virtue. The broken promises, the unconfessed desires, the betrayal, the deceit, the lies, the fraud - he was guilty of them all. What form of corruption could he scorn? Degrees do not matter, he thought; one does not bargain about inches of evil. Ayn Rand
pain fighting thinking
Never think of pain or danger or enemies a moment longer than is necessary to fight them. Ayn Rand
painting materials
Painting is so much more than the materials. Brian Johnson
rain want deals
If you want rainbow, you have to deal with the rain. Augustus
rain soup ireland-and-the-irish
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks. Brendan Behan
rain taken writing
I once was asked to contribute to a mushroom poem anthology. I didn't have anything, and so instead ended up writing the introduction. I think that request made me more alert to mushrooms, and now they've cropped up in my work, the way mushrooms themselves do after rain, quite a lot. But I've only just now taken up mushroom hunting, after going to a class offered at my local library. Jane Hirshfield
rain interesting departed
He then departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of a heavy rain. Jane Austen
rain soul praying
As the rain soaks into the ground, so pray the Lord to let his gospel soak into your soul. Charles Spurgeon
rain fall night
It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. Edgar Allan Poe
rain flower gestures
(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips) e. e. cummings
rain hands small-hands
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands e. e. cummings
rain sunshine people
Some people like when it rains a lot. Some people like sunshine. The idea that there's one, all encompassing afterlife is strange. It doesn't seem to make sense because we're all such different people. Drew Goddard
winter white snow
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches. e. e. cummings
winter shining frost
Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost! Alexander Pope
winter snow earth
Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow T. S. Eliot
winter rivers yield
You see how when rivers are swollen in winter those trees that yield to the flood retain their branches, but those that offer resistance perish, trunk and all. Sophocles
winter office
Everyone in my office wears it all winter, it's our uniform because it's the easiest thing to wear. Tamara Mellon
winter together teeth
I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together. Sylvia Plath
winter potatoes chickens
Winter blues are cured every time with a potato gratin paired with a roast chicken. Alexandra Guarnaschelli
winter waste twenties
One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old. George Sand
winter endless
What am I doing here in this endless winter? Franz Kafka