Quotes About Art

For those regarded as warriors... When engaged in combat, the vanquishing of thine enemy can be the warrior's only concern. Suppress all human emotion and compassion. Kill whoever stands in thy way, even if that be Lord God or Buddha himself. This truth lies at the heart of the art of combat.

Aesthetic emotion puts man in a state favorable to the reception of erotic emotion. Art is the accomplice of love. Take love away and there is no longer art.

El hecho de que unos creen arte mientras otros padecen, ¿no es una prueba escandalosa de la injusticia del mundo? ¿Cómo pueden concordar entre sí el sollozo del mundo y el canto del arte?

And since he was unable to give him any form, he would honor him with his works: Natural products were to be a simile for the world, and above them would burn a flame symbolizing the spirit of man, yearning upwards toward its maker.

You have ink in your blood, boy, and no help for it. Books will never be just a business to you.

remaining fair-minded as their beloved gallery-in-the-making was threatened by two crammed shelves of strange Semitic lettering.

I want a dress the color of suffering

she took what she gave and she gave what she took, yes, but sometimes she gave just a little bit more – and that little bit more is the whole art of teaching, the whole art of living, in fact, and Miss Puddleton knew it.

Cuando dos poetas se conocen y se dan la mano por vez primera, es como si dos corrientes trasangélicas tropezaran, fundiéndose.

With lead he shaded love into the woman's eyes.

To believe in luck, you must believe that the universe is a roulette wheel and that instead of paying out to us what we have earned, it pays out only what it wishes. But it is not a spinning wheel of chance, it is a work of art, complete and framed by eternity. He said that because we live in time, we think that the past is baked and served and eaten, that the present is coming out of the oven in continuous courses, and that the future is not yet even in the mixing bowl. Any

A dog can be a living work of art, a constant reminder of the exquisite design and breathtaking detail of nature, beauty on four paws.

I'd always had an ear for beauty, and maybe I'd had an eye for it as well, but until that day, I'd not recognized that the truth in great music could be found also in great art, that the heart could be lifted and the mind sharpened equally by both.

When we are transported either by Mozart or Glenn Miller, we find ourselves in the presence of the ineffable, for which all words are so inadequate that to attempt to describe it, even with effusive praise and words of perfect beauty, is to engage in blasphemy.

To believe in luck, you must believe that the universe is a roulette wheel and that instead of paying out to us what we have earned, it pays out only what it wishes. But it is not a spinning wheel of chance, it is a work of art, complete and framed by eternity. He said that because we live in time, we think that the past is baked and served and eaten, that the present is coming out of the oven in continuous courses, and that the future is not yet even in the mixing bowl.

art is long and critics are the insects of a day.

Is this not pathetic, Odd, what some ill-educated fool has done? I take solace in reminding myself that 'art is long and critics are the insects of a day.'" "Shakespeare?" I asked. "No. Randall Jarrell. A wonderful poet, now all but forgotten because modern universities teach nothing but self-esteem and toe-sucking.

Every palace and every work of art is only dust as yet unrealized, and time is the patient wind that will whither it all away.

Biedermeier

Well I'm not in Adams and Steichen's league. I like to think my work is art, but few galleries represent photos anymore, not like there were when those guys were hot. The mystique is gone, you know. Every Joe and Jane with a smartphone thinks they're a genius photographer.

stamps, paintings—not least of all because he was eighty-nine and had spent his life learning.

Tiffany lamps and the Japanese gold-lacquer boxes that dated from the Taish? through the Heisei eras

Watching television news of freeway wrecks, apartment-building fires, and heinous murders, one sat numb and unaffected. Music that had once stirred the heart, art that had once touched the soul, now had no effect. Some people overcame this loss of sensitivity in a year or two, others in five years or ten, but others – never. The

no act of creation was finer or more beautiful than the creation of an intelligent mind.