Words.

[velvett]

How I love them so....

"The garden sprinklers whirled up in golden founts, filling the soft morning air with scattering of brightness. The water pelted the windowpanes running down the charred west side where the house had been burned evenly free of its white paint. The entire west face of the house was black, save for five places. Here the silhouette in paint of a man mowing a lawn. Here, as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick flowers. Still farther over, their images burned on wood in one titanic instant, a small boy, hands flung into the air; higher up, the image of a thrown ball, and opposite him a girl, raised to catch a ball that never came down."


Ray Bradbury

 

[saint808]

the words have been drained from this pencil
the sweet words that i've got to tell you

 

[supersizeme]

you reading the bradbury chronicles?

 

[sh4dowf4lcon]

what a fabulous quote, Bradbury is definately well spoken. Thanks for that

May the wind always fill your sails, and may your feet feel light as a feather as you move through your day

 

[tripleblonde]

very pretty velvett

 

[Lift Chief]

What is that from? I remember reading that... he's talking about the dropping of the hydrogen bomb is he not?

 

[velvett]

What is that from? I remember reading that... he's talking about the dropping of the hydrogen bomb is he not?

Even in horror there can be great beauty.

 

[ChefWide]

Beauty is merciless. You do not look at it, it looks at you and does not forgive.
Nikos Kazantzakis

 

[velvett]

Beauty is merciless. You do not look at it, it looks at you and does not forgive.
Nikos Kazantzakis

Ouu.

Nice.
Very nice.