They say money kinda melts when you take it across a border.
Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.
Sure, you make money writing on the coast. . . but that money is like so much compressed snow. It goes so fast it melts in your hand.
Butter typically melts around, you know, 90 Fahrenheit, as opposed to about 20 degrees higher for lard. So what that means is is that when you're working with it, the lard is going to stay more solid, which is great for flakiness.
The universe is hilarious! Like, Venus is 900 degrees. I could tell you it melts lead. But that's not as fun as saying, 'You can cook a pizza on the windowsill in nine seconds. ' And next time my fans eat pizza, they're thinking of Venus!
Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.
The pinpoint flame of anger and grief becomes a hot needle, then a hot knife. It melts the frost that binds her lips. It melts the sea in her eyesss. (from uncorrected galley)
Gentle feelings produce profoundly beneficial effects upon stern natures. It is the spring rain which melts the ice-covering of the earth, and causes it to open to the beams of heaven.
Architecture may be frozen music, but it melts.
The universal view melts things into a blur.
I wrap the potential for bitterness, resentment, martyrdom in the blanket of forgiveness and just set it down. Then it just melts in the warmth. And goes away.
Thus we build on the ice, thus we write on the waves of the sea; the waves roaring pass away, the ice melts, and away goes our palace, like our thoughts.
For humans, the Arctic is a harshly inhospitable place, but the conditions there are precisely what polar bears require to survive - and thrive. 'Harsh' to us is 'home' for them. Take away the ice and snow, increase the temperature by even a little, and the realm that makes their lives possible literally melts away.
I think this is the case in the great majority of authoritarian states: on the surface, because of repression, everything seems frozen, but when the sun comes out and the ice melts, you find that there was a lot of life underneath all along.
Just as when water is frozen in to a form as ice and then melts - so at the time of death, there is no death. The spirit simply changes form.
Music comes from an icicle as it melts, to live again as spring water.
In Japanese houses the interior melts into the gardens of the outside world.
My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.
Music before all else, and for that choose the irregular, which is vaguer and melts better into the air.
My body melts into his hard one until his strong arm, coiled around my small waist, is all that hols me upright. I don't know if I'm bad for him, or him for me. All I know is that this is as inevitable as an incoming tsunami, and I'm just bracing for the swim of my life.
