Salvador Dali The Persistence of Memory painting

Salvador Dali The Persistence of Memory paintingSalvador Dali The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory paintingSalvador Dali The Crucifixion painting
threatening to freeze their hearts was on the point of waking them from their delirious daydream, they were about to become aware of the miracle of the singing, the rain of limbs and babies of which they were a part, and the terror of the destiny rushing at them from below, when they hit, were drenched and instantly iced by, the degree-zero boiling of the clouds.
They were in what appeared to be a long, vertical tunnel. Chamcha, prim, rigid, and still upside-down, saw Gibreel Farishta in his purple bush-shirt come swimming towards him across that cloud-walled funnel, and would have shouted, "Keep away, get away from me," except that something prevented him, the beginning of a little fluttery screamy thing in his intestines, so instead of uttering words of rejection he opened his arms and Farishta swam into them until they were embracing head-to-tail, and the force of their collision sent

Claude Monet Water Lilies 1903 painting

Claude Monet Water Lilies 1903 paintingVincent van Gogh Field with Poppies paintingHenri Matisse Blue Nude II painting
might easily be a trick for assassinating him. So Tiberius did not visit him and a few days later Castor died.
There was not much sorrow at the death of Castor. The violence of his temper and his reputation for cruelty had made the City apprehensive of what would happen if he succeeded his father. Few believed in his recent reformation. Most people thought it had merely been a trick to win popular affection, and that he would have been just as bad as his father as soon as he found himself in his father's place. And now Germanicus's three sons were growing up-Drusus, too, had just come of age-and were unquestionably Tiberius's heirs. But the Senate, out of respect for Tiberius, mourned for Castor as noisily as it could and voted the same honours in his memory as it had voted Germanicus. Tiberius made no pretence of sorrow on this occasion but pronounced the panegyric he had prepared for Castor in a firm resonant

William Bouguereau The Abduction of Psyche painting

William Bouguereau The Abduction of Psyche paintingPierre-Auguste Cot spring paintingWilliam Bouguereau the first kiss painting
but I didn't agree with the general verdict until to-day. You're welcome to your disciple. And Sulpicius can perfect his dullness: there's no better teacher of dullness in Rome." Then he gave us his Parthian shot: Et apud Apollinemistum Pollionis Pollinctorem diutissime polleat. Which means, though the pun is lost in Greek. "And may he flourish long at the shrine of that Undertaker Apollo of Pollio's!" Then off he went, snorting.
Pollio shouted cheerfully after him: "Quod certe potucitw Pollio. Pollucibiliter pollebit puer. ("Pollio promises you he will; the boy will flourish mightily.") "Who are you, boy? Claudius is your name, isn't it? You obviously come of good family, but I do not know you." "I am Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus." "My God) But Livy's right. You're supposed to be a half-wit." "Yes. My family is ashamed of me because I stammer, and
When we two were alone, Sulpicius having gone off to find a book, Pollio began questioning me.

Edward Hopper Carolina Morning painting

Edward Hopper Carolina Morning paintingEdward Hopper New York New Haven and Hartford paintingEdward Hopper Reclining Nude painting
and was perfectly agreeable to having his children brought up Catholic; he believed, however in the prudent restriction of his family to two boys and a girl, comfortably, spaced over twelve years, and did not demand, as a Catholic husband might, yearly pregnancies. He had twelve thousand a year above his pay, and no near relations. Someone like that would do, Julia thought, and she was in search of him when she met me at the railway station. I was not her man. She told me as much, without a word, when she took the cigarette from my lips.
All this I learned about Julia, bit by bit, as one does learn the former - as it seems at the time, the preparatory - life of a woman one loves, so that one thinks of oneself as having been part of it, directing it by devious ways, towards oneself.