Quotes About Art

I know some people see it as this success when the book is finally made into a movie - that marks its success. I don't see it that way.

I had friends in this band called Mars and they used to play a lot.

I could cut a star out of paper and drop it.

Love is like a batik created from many emotional colors, it is a fabric whose pattern and brightness may vary.

Words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world. But they are shapes, they bring the world into focus, they corral ideas, they hone thoughts, they paint watercolors of perception.

Much of life becomes background, but it is the province of art to throw buckets of light into the shadows and make life a new again.

The beauty and genius of a work of art may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished harmony may yet again inspire the composer; but when the last individual of a race of living things breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again.

El arte es más complejo, por supuesto. La emoción intensa crea tensión, y queremos que el artista la sienta por nosotros, que sufra, que goce y describa las cimas de su respuesta apasionada a la vida de modo que podamos apreciarla a distancia segura y podamos saber mejor cuáles son las dimensiones del espectro completo de la experiencia humana.

Running away from the ghost of depression can also be a tonic. Frightened of being immobilized by despair, depressives often fling themselves into frantic activity. Hoping to keep the gloom at bay, they work until they drop, seem to have inhuman stores of energy, and create art nonstop. They can't afford to stop. If they slow down, the missile of depression might catch up with them.

For me, the subject of the picture is always more important than the picture.

One thing that struck me early is that you don't put into a photograph what's going to come out. Or, vice versa, what comes out is not what you put in.

I would never choose a subject for what it means to me. I choose a subject and then what I feel about it, what it means, begins to unfold.

Lass, it still seems impossible. To alter a universe's whole operating system just by sayin' you want to—" "But Mt'gm'ry, there was at least one person I know of on your planet who used to do such things rather routinely. He codified one of the basic rules for the art: 'Ask, and it shall be given unto you.' An inspired creative physicist, way ahead of his time.

A fragile thing, brittle-looking, an objet d' art, round and perfect: but for how long? From far enough out in orbit, one has no doubt that one could drop the Earth on the floor of night and break it. An urge arises to step softly, to speak quietly, so as to keep whoever might be carrying the pretty toy from being startled and fumbling it.

And sometimes then he sat with us for an hour or so, sharing our limbo, listening while I read. Books from any shelf, opened at any page, in which I would start and finish anywhere, mid-sentence sometimes. Wuthering Heights ran into Emma, which gave way to The Eustace Diamonds, which faded into Hard Times, which ceded to The Woman in White. Fragments. It didn't matter. Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words, on the other hand, were a lifeline.

Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words on the other hand, were a lifeline. They left their hushed rhythm behind, a counter to the slow in and out of Emmeline's breathing.

Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words, on the other hand, were a lifeline.

I hardly suppose Wagner lost sleep worrying whether he'd hurt someone's feelings. But then he was a genius.

To write is to feel the dance of your soul swirling in a dream that drips imagination onto paper.

Dianne Jacob

Interesse für Kunst oder Literatur hat stets, ob bewusst oder unbewusst, auch damit zu tun, dass man das Selbst aufwertet, indem man sich von jenen abgrenzt, die keinen Zugang zu solchen Dingen haben; es handelt sich um eine Distinktion, einen Unterschied im Sinne einer Kluft, die konstitutiv ist für das Selbst und die Art, wie man sich selbst sieht, und zwar immer im Vergleich zu den anderen - den bildungsfernen oder unteren Schichten etwa.

I've never believed in God. But I believe in Picasso.

I recommend her to you, not as a husband but as an enthusiastic admirer of her work, acid and tender, hard as steel and delicate and fine as a butterfly's wing, lovable as a beautiful smile, and as profound and cruel as the bitterness of life.

Words will never fully capture what is alive in our hearts. It would be a shame, though, if we denied our bears their dancing.