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A photograph shouldn't be just a picture, it should be a philosophy.

Despite my incessant desperation, I simply cannot paint the perfect picture within which I would wish to live out my life. And because I cannot, God picked up the brush of love, positioned the canvas of history and painted a manger.

I write our names on the page.What of it, if the paper will be burned?I write our names in the sand.What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves?I write our names on trees that will be cutand benches that will be painted,but what of it?I will keep on writing our namesbecause in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant.

You can__ colour your world with someone__ paint.

Piece makes Peace , Pain makes Paint, A Word create World. "The One person can change you, Maybe ubiquitous r inconspicuous.

The darkest part of the storm paints the brightest part of the rainbow.

If the storm forgets to bring a rainbow, paint your own.

You can paint the whole sky black, but that won__ keep stars from shinning.

The ugliest storms paint the loveliest rainbows.

As paint needs a canvass for its beauty to show, stars need darkness for their splendor to shine.

Once you show someone your true colors it is impossible to paint over them.

Death would be an extremely bad thing like most of us paint it, if being dead were painful.

I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood.

I wasn__ a nerd, mind you, but I__ spent a lot of my youth studying Epics, so I__ had limited experience with social interaction. I mixed with ordinary people about the same way that a bucket of paint mixed with a bag of gerbils.

Wisdom paints a rainbow in your mind, joy paints a rainbow in your heart, and love paints a rainbow in your soul.

I celebrate myself, I paint and dance and sing myself, and what I assume you will assume, for every atom as of me as good belongs to dreamy You. I am a song. I am a poem. I am the soil and a gem. I am a stargate and a voyage. I am the ocean and your soul.

It was any outcast's nightmare.If I looked carefully, I suspected I might find it beneath the black paint of the small acrylic by the window.

Curiosity is the art of creativity.