A disaster where marble has been substituted for imagination.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
White paint is my marble.
Write your injuries in dust, your benefits in marble.
The more the marbles wastes, the more the statue grows.
Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor.
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
Life is made up of marble and mud.
The marble not yet carved can hold the form of every thought the greatest artist has.
Write injuries in dust, benefits in marble.
The Earth reminded us of a Christmas tree ornament hanging in the blackness of space. As we got farther and farther away it diminished in size. Finally it shrank to the size of a marble, the most beautiful marble you can imagine.
'Marbles' really took so much and such a thorough effort from me that I was so happy to tie that up and have it feel satisfying.