Quotes About Art

But slowly, it happened everywhere, in the West and in the East as well, that the journey to wisdom through suffering became a global art form.

Paul Nash's 1941 painting The Battle of Britain

The idea that you're not a writer until you're published is a lie.

I can't work completely out of my imagination. I must put my foot in a bit of truth and then I can fly free.

Your interest lies in not asking questions," he said quietly. "Think what you like. But bear in mind this: the moment you are told what the point of your work is, you're dead. This isn't a film, it's for real. The full story is what you get told only if and when your work, and with it your existence, are no longer required." He smiled a sad smile. "Still, I do, in fact, wish you well. Believe me.

Hiro said after a moment. "It hurts." "No, it's fine. It will heal quickly." "Not your hand. The music." Angelica hesitated. Had she understood him? She said, "It does hurt. And it doesn't. Maybe like all beautiful things.

Tõesti, kuidas see niimoodi olla saab, et inimesed pole siiamaani võinud uudistada mõnda Kalevipoja pilti, nii et nad peavad muuseumis vahtima kes teab mis kükloope ja kentaure ja Ristija Johannese maharaiutud pead! Siis pole ime, et me räägime omavahel saksa keeles. Mis rahvas me selline oleme, kui omaenese jumalad ja vägimehed ära unustame ning peame lohutust otsima portselanist hiirtest ja kilpkonnadest!

Truth is one thing, poetry another.

Remember," she repeated, "magic is Chaos, Art and Science. It is a curse, a blessing and progress. It all depends on who uses magic, how they use it, and to what purpose. And magic is everywhere. All around us. Easily accessible. It is enough to stretch out one's hand. See? I'm stretching out my hand.

No. It's Dandilion this time, your fellow. That idler, parasite and good-for-nothing, that priest of art, the bright-shining star of the ballad and love poem. As usual he's radiant with fame, puffed up like a pig's bladder and stinking of beer. Do you want to see him?" "Of course. He's my friend, after all.

Songs and ballads"—the musician bowed—"never end, dear lady, because poetry is eternal and immortal, it knows no beginning, it knows no end—

Everyone has some kind of debt,' replied Eithné. 'Such is life, Maria Barring. Debts and liabilities, obligations, gratitude, payments… Doing something for someone. Or perhaps for ourselves? For in fact we are always paying ourselves back and not someone else. Each time we are indebted we pay off the debt to ourselves. In each of us lies a creditor and a debtor at once and the art is for the reckoning to tally inside us.

Remember,' she repeated, 'magic is Chaos, Art and Science. It is a curse, a blessing and progress. It all depends on who uses magic, how they use it, and to what purpose.

Each time we are indebted we pay off the debt to ourselves. In each of us lies a creditor and a debtor at once and the art is for the reckoning to tally inside us.

La vita non ha niente a che vedere con la poesia! E sai perché? Perché è al di sopra di qualsiasi critica!

In each of us lies a creditor and a debtor at once and the art is for the reckoning to tally inside us.

Look at his toes. He, let's be frank, has two left feet.' 'Verily,' Chamberlain Le Goff confirmed without a trace of amazement. 'There are plenty of tapestries like that in Beauclair. The master who wove them was a true master. But he drank an awful lot. As artists do.

Although I don't enquire into people's motives, I'm slowly learning the art of looking beneath masks.

Remember," she repeated, "magic is Chaos, Art and Science. It is a curse, a blessing and progress. It all depends on who uses magic, how they use it, and to what purpose. And magic is everywhere. All around us. Easily accessible. It is enough to stretch out one's hand.

There are plenty of tapestries like that in Beauclair. The master who wove them was a true master. But he drank an awful lot. As artists do.

A predire il futuro sono buoni tutti. E lo fanno tutti, perché è facilissimo. La vera arte è predirlo in maniera giusta.

La magia è Caos, Arte e Scienza. È maledizione, benedizione e progresso. Tutto dipende da chi si serve della magia, come e con quale scopo. Ma la magia è ovunque. Ovunque intorno a noi. Facilmente accessibile. Basta allungare la mano.

Draw huge, erect phalluses on the primitive hunters.

1. Rolnictwo karmi, ubiera, chroni od ch?odu, dostarcza rozrywki i wspomaga sztuk?. – Z t? rozrywk? i sztuk? troch? przesadzi?e?. – A gorza?k? z czego si? p?dzi? – Rozumiem.