I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.
Isn't it sad that you can tell people that the ozone layer is being depleted, the forests are being cut down, the deserts are advancing steadily, that the greenhouse effect will raise the sea level 200 feet, that overpopulation is choking us, that pollution is killing us, that nuclear war may destroy us - and they yawn and settle back for a comfortable nap. But tell them that the Martians are landing, and they scream and run.
At the center of each human heart is goodness, layered over with hurt, confusion, and mistaken ideas. Our task is to gently peel off layer after layer until the unfettered heart can shed its love upon the world.
Fortunately, the mind is restless; when it uncovers a layer of its own deception, gives up an illusion, exposes a lie, it does not stand idle for long before the collapse of its earlier assumptions.
Layer by layer art strips life bare.
A lot of people would wear anger, depression or aggravation as their first layer, and they don't. They very much understand what's really important in life.
Society is like a stew. If you don't stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.
The body is the outermost layer of the mind.
She turned to him, her cheeks burning red. “What is this? Vampire porn?” “Yep. ” “Oh, and this is a good one. Muffy the Vampire Layer.
Race is a layer of being, but not a culmination.
People are supposed to accumulate, I thought, as they get older, but I seem to be sloughing off, like a person wrapped in a hundred layers of cellophane, tearing one layer off at a time, trying to get down to me.
Asanas penetrate deep into each layer of the body and ultimately into the consciousness itself.
A good or great performance is like peeling an onion; in every scene you reveal another layer, something the audience hasn't seen until then. They stay involved because they are constantly learning about and discovering the character they are watching. They can't take you for granted and it keeps them hooked.
I do not plan any painting, but begin with layers of textures and colors. As I layer the colors, something is suggested to me from within, and that is how it evolves.
As each layer of shadow is mined from the darkness, as each fear is faced and each projection reclaimed, the gold shines through.
For we are all bound in stories, and as the years pile up they turn to stone, layer upon layer, building our lives.
A brick layer, lays bricks. . . I'm an Actor, that's what I do.
First you must find. . . another shrubbery! Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must place it here, beside this shrubbery, only slightly higher so you get a two layer effect with a little path running down the middle. ("A path! A path!") Then, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forrest. . . with. . . a herring!
I experience each moment like baklava: rich in this layer, and this layer, and this layer.
There’s nothing under the ground that’s worth more than the little layer of topsoil sitting on top of it.