“Drawing is like the first kiss. It carries within it the deepest emotion and the challenge of the first step. It is the first cry after birth” FirstsChallengesEmotionStepsCryBirthKissingDrawingCarrieFirst StepsFirst Kiss Author:Ala Bashir
“Sunsets and death; death and therefore kisses, kisses and consequently birth and then death for yet another generation of sunset watchers.” GenerationsBirthKissingSunsetWatchers Author:Aldous Huxley
“Birth of the Cool' became a collector's item, I think, out of a reaction to Bird and Dizzy's music. Bird and Diz played this hip, real fast thing, and if you weren't a fast listener, you couldn't catch the humor or the feeling in their music. Their musical sound wasn't sweet, and it didn't have harmonic lines that you could easily hum out on the street with your girlfriend trying to get over with a kiss.” IfsThinkingTryingRealFeelingsSoundLinesStreetsSweetBirthKissingBirdMusicalReactionsHipsGirlfriendListenersGet OverItemsCollectorsDizzyYour Girlfriend Book:Miles, the autobiography Source: Miles, the autobiography
“Wimsey stooped for an empty sardine-tin which lay, horribly battered, at his feet, and slung it idly into the quag. It struck the surface with a noice like a wet kiss, and vanished instantly. With that instinct which prompts one, when depressed, to wallow in every circumstance of gloom, Peter leaned sadly against the hurdles and abandoned himself to a variety of shallow considerations upon (1) The vanity of human wishes; (2) Mutability; (3) First love; (4) The decay of idealism; (5) The aftermath of the Great war; (6) Birth-control; and (7) The fallacy of free-will.” FirstsHumansWarWishFeetBirthCircumstancesKissingEmptyLaysInstinctSurfaceVarietyVanityConsiderationFree WillAbandonedPeterWetDecayFirst LoveIdealismShallowGloomFallacyBirth ControlGreat WarPromptsAftermathTinHurdleBatteredMutabilitySardines Author:Dorothy L. Sayers
“Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust. Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your palpitating heart. The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoe to kiss you. For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother- dust.” KnowsHeartChildrenBodyEarthJoyMotherNightAsksHeavenBornSpaceSeaPoetSweetFlowerArmsBirthLimitsKissingEternalStriveHungerRhythmDustAsk MeMy ChildrenFulfilledStrifeSageTime And SpaceDay And NightBirth And DeathEvermoreTiptoes Author:Rabindranath Tagore
“One day I'll give birth to a tiny baby girl and when she's born she'll scream and I'll tell her to never stop I will kiss her before I lay her down at night and will tell her a story so she knows how it is and how it must be for her to survive I'll tell her to set things on fire and keep them burning I'll teach her that fire will not consume her that she must use it” KnowsGivingStoriesUseNightGirlBornTeachKnow HowFireBabyBirthOne DayKissingLaysTinyBurningScreamBaby Girl Author:Nicole Blackman
“Nobody’s going to save you. No one’s going to cut you down, cut the thorns thick around you. No one’s going to storm the castle walls nor kiss awake your birth, climb down your hair, nor mount you onto the white steed. There is no one who will feed the yearning. Face it. You will have to do, do it yourself.” FacesWhiteCuttingHairWallBirthKissingStormAwakeClimbsYearningThickCastlesThornsDo It YourselfCastle Walls Author:Gloria E. Anzaldúa
“In a world in which time is a circle, every handshake, every kiss, every birth, every word, will be repeated precisely.” WorldTimeBirthKissingCirclesHandshake Book:Einstein's Dreams Source: Einstein's Dreams