“Another thing that escapes me is HOW to give substance to the forms. One day they look solid and 'real' and they seem to hinge upon each other and splinter and creak, fall with a thud to the bottom of the canvas and drag across the surface, and the next day they are like dust, all lightweight and just stuck there.” GivingLooksRealSeemsFormFallNextOne DayBottomSurfaceStuckDustSubstanceDragCanvasNext DayDissatisfactionHingesSplinters Book:Paula Rego Source: Paula Rego
“There yet remains but one concluding tale, And then this chronicle of mine is ended - Fulfilled, the duty God ordained to me, A sinner. Not without purpose did the Lord, Put me to witness much for many years, And educate me in the love of books. One day some indefatigable monk, Will find my conscientious, unsigned work; Like me, he will light up his ikon-lamp, And, shaking from the scroll the age-old dust, He will transcribe these tales in all their truth.” YearsBookLightAgePurposeLordMinesDutyOne DayRemainsTalesLike MeDustWitnessSinnerEducateFulfilledLampsMonkShakingLight UpChroniclesConcluding Author:Alexander Pushkin
“The past is like a handful of dust. It filters through your fingers, disappearing little by little. I wish, for one day, I could go back. In another life I would do things differently.” LittlesPastWishOne DayFingersDisappearDustHandfulFiltersAnother Life Author:Katy Perry
“She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.” FallOne DayDustNever ChangeFingertips Author:Simone de Beauvoir
“One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered... I'm going to put a mask on and scrawl my name across the face of the world, build cities of gold, come back and stomp this place flat, until even the bricks are just dust. So you can just shut up. All of you. I'm going to move the world.” WorldFacesMovingNamesRealizingCitiesOne DayGoldWake UpDustMaskFlatsShut UpBricks Author:Austin Grossman
“One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide and made my pains his prey. Vain man (said she) that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalise; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wipèd out likewise. Not so (quod I); let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame; My verse your virtues rare shall eternise, And in the heavens write your glorious name: Where, when as Death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.” MenWorldWritingMadeSaidHandsPainDiesNamesHeavenVirtueOne DayFameWaveDustMortalsVainGloriousLive ByTidesDecayVersesOur LovePreyStrandsSecond Hand Author:Edmund Spenser