“One begins to realize that art... in setting out to express nature with ever growing accuracy, teaches us to look, to perceive, to feel. The stone itself becomes an organic substance, and one can feel it being transformed as one moment in its life succeeds another.” FeelsLooksArtMomentsRealizingTeachGrowingSucceedStonesSettingSettingsSubstancePerceiveRevelationsTransformedAccuracy Author:Georges Clemenceau
“That culture, of looking at catchy music as a negative thing, is weird. It has nothing to do with me, or the music I was into growing up. The Stones and the Beatles only tried to write hits. Every Motown song, every Credence Clearwater song - they were trying to write hits.” WritingTryingSongCultureGrowing UpGrowingNegativeStonesCatchyMotownCredence Author:Dan Auerbach
“Wherever, in any world, a soul, by free-willed obedience, catches the fire of God's likeness, it is set into the growing walls, a living stone.” WorldSoulFireGrowingWallStonesObedienceFire Of God Book:Sermons: The candle of the Lord, and other sermons Source: Sermons: The candle of the Lord, and other sermons
“I guess it really didn't even dawn on me that you could be a rock critic as a job until I was maybe almost out of college. I knew criticism existed. I read Rolling Stone and Spin. Siskel and Ebert were on television. But I had absolutely no idea how to get that kind of life. And moreover, it didn't interest me that much. I just sort of read normal books growing up. I wasn't that media-conscious. I felt like the one thing I was able to do was to listen to a record and decide whether I liked it.” KindBookIdeasAbleJobsFeltInterestGrowing UpRecordsGrowingOne ThingRocksMediaTelevisionCollegeNormalConsciousStonesCriticismCriticsNo IdeaDawnRollingRolling Stones Author:Chuck Klosterman
“You can have a wrestling idea, but you need to have these momentum-shifting moves. We had the Hulkamania movement, then it shifted to the beer-drinking, Stone Cold era, we reinvented the business with growing the black beard and becoming the bad guy, what's that next level.” NeedsIdeasMovingGuyNextBlackLevelsGrowingMovementColdBecomingStonesDrinkingErasBeerWrestlingBad GuysShiftingMomentumBeardNext LevelBeer DrinkingStone Cold Author:Hulk Hogan
“By just passing through things, I continue to slightly limit myself. I want the jobs that don't say that much. I'm often the stepping stone or the conduit from one thing to another. I love the idea of existing in a film and growing and having bigger arcs, and being in scenes where you're just being, as opposed to talking. That' one of my ambitions, lying ahead.” WantIdeasJobsFilmLyingTalkingGrowingOne ThingSceneLimitsAmbitionStonesBiggerPassingPassingsJust BeingArcsMy AmbitionStepping StonesPassing Through Author:Gavin Rossdale
“The satisfaction of short fiction does not come close to the rich pleasure I get as a writer in the long deep immersion in the same long work and its growing complexity. I suppose you might say I love to wallow in my characters and imaginary worlds. I love to play with the whole necklace, not just one glittering stone.” WorldLongDoePlayWholeCharacterMightPleasureFictionRichGrowingStonesSatisfactionComplexityJust OneImaginaryNecklacesImmersionImaginary WorldLong Deep Author:Vera Nazarian
“The woods were deserted that day. The stones stood still and silent, as though they were waiting for something. At the center of them all, a jagged piece of amber glowed in the growing darkness. Lights fizzed softly around it, turning pink, orange, purple, blue. No one saw it. No one ever did. Why would they? No one knoew about its magic, not anymore. They had forgotten all about such magic a long, long time ago. About the same time they stopped believing in faries. How foolish.” BelieveLongStillsLightWaitingDarknessSawsPiecesGrowingMagicLong TimeStonesBlueSilentForgottenWoodsFoolishOrangePurpleLong Time AgoAmberDesertedDarkness To LightWaiting For Something Author:Liz Kessler
“... He went under the stars, and the tender light of the moon, when it hung like an eyelash and the tree trunks shone like bones. He walked through wind and weather, and beneath sun-bleached skies. It seemed to Harold that he had been waiting all his life to walk. He no longer knew how far he had come, but only that he was going forward. The pale Cotswold stone became the red brick of Warwickshire, and the land flattened into middle England. Harold reached his hand to his mouth to brush away a fly, and felt a beard growing in thick tufts. Queenie would live. He knew it.” HandsLightStarsFeltWaitingWalksSunGrowingTreeSkyLandMiddleWindMoonMouthsRedStonesEnglandBonesWeatherThickPaleHungBrushesBricksBeardTrunksEyelashesTree Trunks Author:Rachel Joyce
“No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart” HeartGrowingTearsStonesBeesSmall ThingsVinesBenign Author:Shannon Hale
“It's the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher. A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall that is growing, piece by piece, in my chest. He doesn't love me. He never loved me. It was all a lie. "The old Lena is dead." I say, and then push past him. Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or be hurt.” LastsPastLyingTurnsDifficultHurtStepsPiecesGrowingWallStonesBiggerStrongerChestsLimbsColdnessHeaviness Book:Requiem Source: Requiem
“I am growing stronger. I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a fire.” WaterFireGrowingStonesStrongerWoodsPassagesGrowing Stronger Author:Lauren Oliver
“There is something in such laws that takes the breath away. They are not discoveries or inventions of the human mind, but exist independently of us. In a moment of clarity, one can at most discover that they are there and take them into account. Long before there were people on the earth, crystals were already growing in the earth's crust. On one day or another, a human being first came across such a sparkling morsel of regularity lying on the ground or hit one with his stone tool and it broke off and fell at his feet, and he picked it up and regarded it in his open hand, and he was amazed.” PeopleMindFirstsHumansLongMomentsHandsEarthSpiritualLawLyingHuman BeingsGrowingFeetOne DayDiscoveryToolsStonesAccountsBreathsInventionClarityBrokeHuman MindAmazedCrystalsSparklingRegularityMoments Of Clarity Author:M. C. Escher