There are moments in life where it gets so hectic that time becomes a blur. Keep calm and never give up.

If my love could be represented by a blur, it would be the beating of a hummingbird’s wings. Did you know that my love is the only love that can fly backwards?

Love is a blur. So is this picture. But what do you expect? Murder is fuzzy, like a peach. Yummy!

The last 33 years of my life have been a blur, like a hummingbird’s beating wings. Time flies, but not backwards, like a hummingbird can.

Brighten your picture! Refuse to be blurred; agree to be bright!

Our time together was a blur—not because I was drunk, which I was, but because our love was like the beating of a hummingbird’s wings.

Procrastination and excuses really have the energy to make your picture small and blurred if you offer them that image!

These are the attributes of Bullshit people; they will…blur your imagination, take your endowments for a piece of debris, make you ridiculous, and most importantly, you got to send them to the recycle bin.

That’s quite all right,” I said. Sfumato, that was what the painters called it; a blurring or elision of the lines, the kind Leonardo had used to give his Mona Lisa her beguiling flux.