Quotes About Criticism

A public that tries to do without criticism, and asserts that it knows what it wants or likes, brutalizes the arts and loses its cultural memory.

Remember too that to me the word myth, like the words fable and fiction, is a technical term in criticism, and the popular sense in which it means something untrue I regard as a debasing of language.

Bana hep haks?zl?k yapt???n duygusu vard? içimde: Bence her zaman bana haks?z yere söylenirdin; çal??kan bir ö?renci oldu?um halde "Bu çocuk kitap yüzü açm?yor," diye homurdan?rd?n, üstüme uymayan kötü dikilmi? elbiseler giydirirdin, istemedi?im okullara gönderirdin beni, s?zlanmalar?m? da hiç dinlemezdin.

Was ich den Pyrenäen am meisten vorwerfe, ist, dass sie ein Gebirge sind ...

When I was older, I decided that getting a rejection slip was like being told your child was ugly. You got mad and didn't believe a word of it. Besides, look at all the really ugly literary children out there in the world being published and doing fine!

Cuckoos lead Bohemian lives, They fail as husbands and as wives, Therefore they cynically disparage Everybody else's marriage - Ogden Nash, The Cucko

The art of today is that which really belongs to us: it is our own reflection. In condemning it we but condemn ourselves.

How could I describe our relationship even to myself without either disparaging it or insulting it with the tawdry decoration of sentimentality? For this our delicate balance of dependence and independence, this coolly critical, shrewdly ridiculing, but loving mutual contact, was surely a microcosm of true community, was after all in its simple style an actual and living example of that high goal which the world seeks.

This is a land of neurotic egotists, each of whom, as soon as he finds himself among others, starts to instruct, criticize, offend, and show off his undoubted superiority.

There are a hundred faults in this Thing and a hundred things might be said to prove them beauties.

De nada sirve que nos tapemos las orejas. Los comentarios, las risitas irónicas, los cascotes que caen de no se sabe dónde, nos atormentan en tal forma los minutos del día y del insomnio, que nos dan ganas de suicidarnos nuevamente.

Rousseaux was considered the pope of book critics, and reading L'Etranger made him reflect: "It seems that the crisis of the novel gets a little worse every day. Young novelists' debuts do not just mostly reveal mediocre talents.

If you speak your mind on the Vatican, on the Catholic Church, on the Pope, on the Virgin Mary or Jesus or the saints, nobody touches your 'right of thought and expression.' But if you do the same with Islam, the Koran, the Prophet Muhammad, some son of Allah, you are called a xenophobic blasphemer who has committed an act of racial discrimination.

Le opere postume hanno lo squisito vantaggio di risparmiarti le scemenze o le perfidie di coloro che senza saper scrivere e neanche concepire un romanzo pretendono di giudicare anzi bistrattare chi lo concepisce e lo scrive.

Learn to use the criticism as fuel and you will never run out of energy.

A leader is always first in line during times of criticism and last in line during times of recognition.

Wealthy people attract critics like wealthy ships attract pirates.

Religion isn't always pretty. Especially viewed from the outside, by an unbeliever.

Every actor in his heart believes everything bad that's printed about him.

I am convinced that those people whom the world considers good and respects are all liars and fakes. I do not trust the world. My only ally is the tagged dissolute. The tagged dissolute. That is the only cross on which I wish to be crucified. Though ten thousand people criticize me, I can throw in their teeth my challenge: Are you not all the more dangerous for being without tags?

They scolded us for not having any real hopes or real ambitions, but if we were to pursue our true ideals, would these people watch and guide us along the way?

Any man who criticizes my suicide and passes judgment on me with an expression of superiority, declaring (without offering the least help) that I should have gone on living my full complement of days, is assuredly a prodigy among men quite capable of tranquilly urging the Emperor to open a fruit shop.

Whenever anyone criticized me I felt certain that I had been living under the most dreadful misapprehension. I always accepted the attack in silence, though inwardly so terrified as almost to be out of my mind.

Around that time, I lost interest in college. I could only see blackness before me, I didn't know what to do. It was no easy matter to prevent my father from criticizing my loafing around the house and my mother from seeing me as unworthy.