Quotes About Art

I see myself as Kiki de Montparnasse, trying to get Man Ray's attention. (Sofia Navarro, 7th July 2012).

There are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.

.....Her eyebrows are the living example of nature.

sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.

...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...

Writing is a piece of cake. Editing is a slab of liver.

To become the love of a poet is to become both a muse and an immortal all at the same time.

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and thatsight becomes this art.

The writings are built by imagination. Emotions fill the colours to them.

The art of loving is not how many you touch, it is the heart of one that shows a masterpiece of your deepest design.~Bluenscottish

What should be boundless is one's love of life, not one's love of art or knowledge.

Among the many answers I have found, I believe love is the most beautiful and simple art that reflects the beauty of life.

I didn't have to say a word. My love for him appeared upon my flesh like virgin tattooed skin.

I love the echoes of a home filled to the rim with poetry, books and art.

Virtually everyone needs motivation of some sort, but when you are in love - that is motivation enough, it turns many into poets and painters, it spurs the creativity in you.

And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.

At last I found love in literature, songs, movies except my Life. Should i thank myself for discovering the feeling or should I lament that it was never part of my life?

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

Without passion, the earth will be full of hollow bodies devoid of love, relationship, religion, art, science and technology

You ask me why I write. You might as well ask me why I breathe. I need oxygen to feed my body and ink to feed my soul.

While they all ink their skin, I crave something permanent within.Bare your soulOpen your heartTattoo your love within.

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.

You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

I write because it hurts.because I need it to hurt.because it hurts in the mostbeautiful way possible.(because it hurts like you)