wordless 45 May 09, 2023 in Travel, Wordless I was going along a dusty highroadwhen the mountainacross the wayturned me to its silence:oh I said how comeI don’t know yourmassive symmetry and rest:nevertheless, said the mountain,would you wantto belodged here witha changeless prospect, risento an unalterable view:so I went oncounting my numberless fingers. — A. R. Ammons
wordless 44 April 25, 2021 in Wordless In recent years the tendency has been to elevate the messenger over the message, a strategy which effectively keeps their more painful imagery at a distance. The courage of the photographer is celebrated while the circumstances of his or her subjects becomes somewhat secondary. As a result the photograph becomes less of a window onto the world and more of a mirror reflecting the distorted priorities of the culture consuming the imagery. — Fred Ritchin
wordless 43 September 03, 2019 in Portrait, Wordless What if every relationship you’ve ever been in is somebody slowly figuring out they didn’t like you as much as they hoped they would? — James Acaster
wordless 42 May 26, 2019 in Private, Wordless Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. — Robert Frost
wordless 41 April 29, 2019 in Wordless, Reportage, Travel War is a profession by which a man cannot live honorably; an employment by which the soldier, if he would reap any profit, is obliged to be false, rapacious, and cruel. — Niccolo Machiavelli
wordless 40 December 14, 2018 in Portrait, Wordless Detail makes the difference between boring and terrific writing. It’s the difference between a pencil sketch and a lush oil painting. As a writer, words are your paint. Use all the colors. — Rhys Alexander
wordless 39 November 14, 2018 in Portrait, Travel, Wordless To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent - that is to triumph over old age. — Thomas Bailey Aldrich
wordless 37 June 06, 2018 in Portrait, Wordless Beauty is truth, truth beauty, -that is allYe know on earth, and all ye need to know. — John Keats
wordless 34 November 23, 2017 in Wordless, Portrait Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. — Dylan Thomas
wordless 33 August 24, 2017 in Travel, Wordless Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters. — Norman Maclean
wordless 32 August 21, 2017 in Portrait, Wordless, Travel One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar. — Oscar Wilde
wordless 31 October 29, 2016 in Wordless, Portrait, Travel Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. — Oscar Wilde
wordless 30 September 10, 2016 in Wordless, Travel Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living. — Miriam Beard
wordless 29 August 01, 2016 in Wordless, Portrait, Travel We are alone, absolutely alone on this chance planet: and, amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us. — Maurice Maeterlinck
wordless 27 December 17, 2015 in Wordless, Portrait I think the first virtue is to restrain the tongue; he approaches nearest to gods who knows how to be silent, even though he is in the right. — Cato the Elder
wordless 26 December 16, 2015 in Wordless Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality. — Jules de Gaultier
wordless 25 December 13, 2015 in Wordless One machine can do the work of fifty ordinary men. No machine can do the work of one extraordinary man. — Elbert Hubbard
wordless 24 November 27, 2015 in Wordless Man is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness from which he emerges and the infinity in which he is engulfed. — Blaise Pascal
wordless 23 November 25, 2015 in Wordless This is the true nature of home — it is the place of Peace; the shelter, not only from injury, but from all terror, doubt and division. — John Ruskin