Quotes About Art

I love Raina Telgemeier

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

Most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered, and more inexpressible than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures.

Works of art are indeed always products of having been in danger, of having gone to the very end in an experience, to where man can go no further.

He was a poet and hated the approximate.

Truly to sing, that is a different breath.

Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further.

Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.

Dwight is a sad clown. You've seen those paintings of sad clown.

My mom was an actress in the local Seattle theater doing experimental plays.

The understanding of art depends finally upon one's willingness to extend one's humanity and one's knowledge of human life.

When theater becomes a soothing middle-class thing, when it's packaged as the Night Out, then that's the death of it.

The real meaning of a poem is to stop time.

Engineering is the professional art of applying science to the optimum conversion of natural resources to the benefit of man.

Willa Cather said that she write best when she stopped trying to write and began simply to remember.

Acting: An art which consists of keeping the audience from coughing.

Christmas renews our youth by stirring our wonder. The capacity for wonder has been called our most pregnant human faculty, for in it are born our art, our science, our religion.

There are men whose manners have the same essential splendor as the simple and awful sculpture on the friezes of the Parthenon, and the remains of the earliest Greek art.

Presently we pass to some other object which rounds itself into a whole as did the first; for example, a well-laid garden; and nothing seems worth doing but the laying-out of gardens.

Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.

Words are alive; cut them and they bleed.

In good writing, words become one with things.

It is a fact often observed, that men have written good verses under the inspiration of passion, who cannot write well under other circumstances.

Is all literature eavesdropping, and all art Chinese imitation? our life a custom, and our body borrowed, like a beggar's dinner, from a hundred charities?