When i love somebody, i like him to be around; i like him to take me out to dinner; i like to look at the sunset with him. But if not, i love him and i hope he's looking at the same sun i am. Loving someone liberates the lover as well as the beloved. And that kind of love comes with age. Some of this wisdom came to me after i was 50 or 60.
To express the love of two lovers by a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones. To express the thought of a brow by the radiance of light tone against a somber background; to express hope by some star, the eagerness of a soul by a sunset radiance.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
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They would find this house of hades. they'd take the doors of death. and by the gods, if leo had to design a grabber arm long enough to snatch percy and annabeth out of tartarus, then that's what he would do. nemesis wanted him to wreak vengeance on gaea? leo would be happy to oblige. he was going to make gaea sorry she had ever messed with leo valdez. "yeah." he took one last look at the cityscape of rome, turning bloodred in the sunset. "festus, raise the sails. we've got some friends to save.
If you say, well, ok, i don't believe in god. there's no evidence of god, then you're missing the stars in the sky and you're missing the sunrises and sunsets and you're missing the fact that bees pollinate all these crops and keep us alive and the way that everything seems to work together. everything is sort of built in a way that to me suggests intelligent design.
So we down-to-earth, gutsy, tough, realistic, and practical types have just been squandering billions of dollars and unimaginable amounts of energy, nerve-work, and materials in whizzing off to the moon to discover, as astronomers knew before, that it was just a dreary slag heap. This is the true, original and scientifically etymological meaning of being lunatics. Crying for the moon.
We had a sunset of a very fine sort. The vast plain of the sea was marked off in bands of sharply-contrasted colors: great stretches of dark blue, others of purple, others of polished bronze; the billowy mountains showed all sorts of dainty browns and greens, blues and purples and blacks, and the rounded velvety backs of certain of them made one want to stroke them, as one would the sleek back of a cat.