Quotes Tagged With :paste

I love the smell of pastels...that breaths life into my soul.

The poet gives his whole life such a voluntarily steep incline that it is impossible for it to exist....

i see no difference between "past" and "paste", both of them still stuck on my mind.

In a single wave of meaning the triumphant purity of being.

But who are we, where do we come fromWhen all those yearsNothing but idle talk is leftAnd we are nowhere....

A body of work such as Pasteur's is inconceivable in our time: no man would be given a chance to create....

She had expressed herself, as women will, in a smug broadside of pastel shades. Nothing clashed because....