A Quote by Eve Arnold

What do you hang on the walls of your mind? — © Eve Arnold
What do you hang on the walls of your mind?
Hang on the walls of your mind the memory of your successes. Take counsel of your strength, not your weakness. Think of the good jobs you have done. Think of the times when you rose above your average level of performance and carried out an idea or a dream or a desire for which you had deeply longed. Hang these pictures on the walls of your mind and look at them as you travel the roadway of life.
Hang on the walls of your mind the memory of your successes. Take counsel of your strength, not your weakness. Think of the good jobs you have done. For whenever excellence is recounted, it is increased.
A piece of advice I would give to young actors - hang on to your family, and hang on to your reality - and hang on to your "real". Because you're going into the land of make believe.
Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.
Do not paint a picture either of God or the devil on your walls: this will ruin both your walls and the atmosphere.
PAINT THE WALLS OF your mind With many beautiful pictures.
There are no walls, no bolts, no locks that anyone can put on your mind.
I don't hang my championship trophies on the walls, because they don't pay the bills.
I realise the power of art that does not hang on the walls of galleries.
The walls of people hardly affected me. You closed your mind to such things.
You may hang your walls with tapestry insread of whitewash or paper; or you may cover them with mosaic; or have them frescoed by a great painter: all this is not luxury, if it be done for beauty's sake, and not for show: it does not break our golden rule: Have nothing in your houses which you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.
Sell the public flowers... things that they can hang on their walls without being uptight.
You build walls & boundaries when you give into your mind. Fear nothing & take control of who you are & who you are meant to be
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
Countless candles dribbled with hot wax, and their flames, like little flags, fluttered in the unchartered currents of air. Thousands of lamps, naked, or shuttered behind coloured glass, burned with their glows of purple, amber, grass-green, blue, blood red and even grey. The walls of Gormenghast were like the walls of paradise or like the walls of an inferno. The colours were devilish or angelical according to the colour of the mind that watched them. They swam, those walls, with the hues of hell, with the tints of Zion. The breasts of the plumaged seraphim; the scales of Satan.
Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
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