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"I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood."
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war
instruments
paint
sebastian-jonathan
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Cassandra Clare |
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I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.
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arts
music
soft-bullet
paint
bullets
painting
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O. Henry |
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For all the pain you suffered, my mama. For all the torment of your past and future years, my mama. For all the anguish this picture of pain will cause you. For the unspeakable mystery that brings good fathers and sons into the world and lets a mother watch them tear at each other's throats. For the Master of the Universe, whose suffering world I do not comprehend. For dreams of horror, for nights of waiting, for memories of death, for the love I have for you, for all the things I remember, and for all the things I should remember but have forgotten, for all these I created this painting--an observant Jew working on a crucifixion because there was no aesthetic mold in his own religious tradition into which he could pour a painting of ultimate anguish and torment.
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pain
suffering
asher-lev
hasidic
hasidic-judaism
judaism
paint
torment
painting
jewish
jew
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Chaim Potok |
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"Is this necessary?" I said, gesturing to the paint and clothing. "Of course," he said coolly. "How else would I know if anyone touches you?" He approached, and I braced myself as he ran a finger along my shoulder, smearing the paint. As soon as his finger left my skin, the paint fixed itself, returning the design to its original form. "The dress itself won't mar it, and neither will your movements," he said, his face close to mine. His teeth were far too near to my throat. "And I'll remember precisely where my hands have been. But if anyone else touches you--let's say a certain High Lord who enjoys springtime--I'll know." He flicked my nose. "And, Feyre," he added, his voice a caressing murmur, "I don't like my belongings tampered with."
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high-fae
high-lord
rhysand
feyre
paint
touch
faerie
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I thought about how often this was needed in everyday life. How we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we don't let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry.
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loneliness
feelings
everyday-life
paint
tears
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Mitch Albom |
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Wenn man meine Seele zeichnen konnte, ware es irgendein wildes Gekritzel mit deutlich sichtbaren Reisszahnen.
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dark-places
draw
malen
seele
unsicherheit
zeichnen
gillian-flynn
paint
thriller
insecurity
horror
soul
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Gillian Flynn |