Quotes About Paints

An epic is the canvas Brian DePalma paints on.

The painter... does not fit the paints to the world. He most certainly does not fit the world to himself. He fits himself to the paint. The self is the servant who bears the paintbox and its inherited contents.

Celebrities love the NFL just as much as the guy who paints his face every week.

I read Ann Cleeves's books and think the way she paints Shetland is very interesting.

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.

When Philosophy with its abstractions paints grey in grey, the freshness and life of youth has gone, the reconciliation is not a reconciliation in the actual, but in the ideal world.

The heart is an artist that paints over what profoundly disturbs it, leaving on the canvas a less dark, less sharp version of the truth.

We all have the same pallet of emotional paints. It is how we pigment them on the canvas of life that dictates our artistry.

The hunter sinks his arrows into the trees and then paints the targets around them. The trees imagine they are deer. The deer imagine they are safe. The arrows: they have no imagination.

But up in his room by artificial lightMy father paints the summer.

He's been out for a while," she said. "You ready to take a break?" Hopper could exist in this living form or be transformed into a small statue, which helped avoid uncomfortable questions when people came by. Only she could transform him though. "Yeah. He keeps trying to eat my paints. And I don't want him to watch me kiss you goodbye.

I do quite a lot of art, with a small 'a'. I guess that is how I was dredged up, with paints and crayons. Even when I was at nursery, I knew instinctively how to mix colours, how to make purple or orange.

The thing about 'Game of Thrones' is it doesn't pin too much of a focus on magic. It kind of paints it in the same way that mystical things are portrayed in our world, because you don't walk about Westeros and see wizards with staffs or magical wands. All the characters don't really believe in it. It's this mysterious hidden vein to Westeros.

Rapunzel is a bit more relatable than the other princesses, especially because she doesn't even know that she's a princess until the very end of the movie. I like to think of her as the bohemian Disney princess. She's barefoot and living in a tower. She paints and reads... She's a Renaissance woman.

The soul paints itself in our machines.

Your skin like dawn Mine like dusk. One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a sure beginning. from Passing Time

No one had ever loved him enough to end his life before. "Was that the sweetest thing ever, or what? She killed me." "You are one lucky bastard, I'll give you that." Nigel caught him under the arms as his legs buckled. "The look on her face when she threw that claw was priceless. I'd have given my right nut to have my paints at that moment. Never seen such love.

The heart is an artist that paints over what profoundly disturbs it, leaving on the canvas a less dark, less sharp version of the truth.

The moon is the lamp he paints by; His canvas the window pane; His brush is a frozen snowflake; Jack Frost the artist's name.

In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called places. These places make strange angles and curves. One street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!

Before the art of illumination there was blackness and afterward there will also be blackness. Through our colors, paints, art and love, we remember that Allah had commanded us to "See"! To know is to remember that you've seen. To see is to know without remembering. Thus, painting is remembering the blackness.

Within comedy, macabre is the root, and a lot of art - Goya, Bosch, Dali - is macabre. Even Van Gogh, if he paints a chair, there's an element of the macabre within it.

When you master the art of work, then your life becomes a work of art...and you're the artist and no one else paints your life for you.

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.