Quotes by Artists - Page 6

TV and the Internet are good because they keep stupid people from spending too much time out in public.

Douglas Coupland

Creativity is a commodity and derives its value only in how energy is spent.

Mary Deal

The sixties are like a theme park to them. They wear the costume, buy their tickets, and they have the experience.

Douglas Coupland

Neither would you, had you grown up in a library of melodramatic romance novels.

Clementine Holzinger

In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.

Maggie Stiefvater

Still on speaking terms with the Toilet Paper People, they consented to a box full of Legos that overnight manifested itself into a recording studio. I quickly remembered the power of my hands, my imagination, my will, and my conscience. These were tools I would never let myself get bored with. I would find myself in Blue Ocean Strategy and in other defining ways.

Cherry Tigris

Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.

Kahlil Gibran

The face of self-pity was universally understood.

Vann Chow

I never loved anyone else and never desired to. She was my companion, my lover, and my teacher.

Nick Bantock

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

Maggie Stiefvater

Those with less curiosity or ambition just mumble that God works in mysterious ways. I intend to catch him in the act.

Damien Echols

Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them.

Annette Messager

Let there be spaces in your togetherness.And let the wind of the heavens dance between you.

Kahlil Gibran

Grab for time to write instead of wait for time.

Julia Cameron

There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth.

Maggie Stiefvater

Love is like the human appendix. You take it for granted while it's there, but when it's suddenly gone you're forced to endure horrible pain that can only be alleviated through drugs.

Reverend Jen

Wilbur looked at the list glumly. "Are you sure you need all this stuff?""Yep.""The ax?""The ax is critical.""The c

Ursula Vernon

I quit smoking in December. I’m really depressed about it. I love smoking, I love fire, I miss lighting cigarettes. I like the whole thing about it, to me it turns into the artist’s life, and now people like Bloomberg have made animals out of smokers, and they think that if they stop smoking everyone will live forever.

David Lynch

Painting is so poetic, while sculpture is more logical and scientific and makes you worry about gravity.

Damien Hirst

I'd sooner have died than admit that the most valuable thing I owned was a fairly extensive collection of German industrial music dance mix EP records stored for even further embarrassment under a box of crumbling Christmas tree ornaments in a Portland, Oregon basement. So I told him I owned nothing of any value.

Douglas Coupland

One example of an uniquely Sethian approach towards initiation is for the initiate to regard his or her own life with the same urgency and need experienced as in a war zone in which every move and action must be weighed yet determined swiftly, as necessity dictates. During battle, situations such as missed opportunity, lingering sentimentality, second or third chances, or excessive contemplation would be fatal; and so it is on the sinister path.

Zeena Schreck

Imagine the clouds drippingDig a hole in your garden to put them in

Yoko Ono

After my mom died she ate my father up completely. She would have hated it. Every minute of his life since then has been marked by her absence, every action has lacked dimension because she is not there to measure against. And when I was young I didn't understand, but now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird. If I had to live on without you I know I could not do it. But I hope, I have this vision of you walking unencumbered, with your shining hair in the sun. I have not seen this with my eyes, but only with my imagination, that makes pictures, that always wanted to paint you, shining; but I hope that this vision will be true, anyway.

Audrey Niffenegger

I ask to be made beautiful like the trees are beautiful, each growing according to a unique plan. Lop off a limb and and the tree will accommodate it's loss, still growing and still beautiful. It is my hope to be able to flourish in a similar fashion, taking on the shape and dimensions that is intended for me.

Julia Cameron

Then Treece realized a remarkable thing. He understood in a flash that everyone in the world was the same age -no one younger or older than anyone else. He could not understand it, but he knew it to be true. Was there something in the air of the world that made people appear to be old or middle-aged or young?

P.K. Page

I know something is super creative, when I feel disappointed that I didn't come up with the idea!

Simón Silva

Man is the bridge of good as much as evil. He hurts and he loves. He divides and he unites. He destroys and he rebuilds. He kills and he saves lives. Yet, he denies or pretends that he does not know the other side of him. He only knows of himself as the protagonist, the righteous, and the honorable one. Others, who do not belong to his fold, are the villains, the devils, and the low-life beings. Ironically, the less he knows of his other self the more he becomes what he derides and denigrates. He is the tragic paradox of what he claims to be despite the evidence of his action that proves otherwise. (Danny Castillones Sillada, Man: The Paragon of All Paradoxes)

Danny Castillones Sillada

Snow-melt in the stream: Mama Nature turning winter's storms into nourishment for the soil, fecundity, and beauty. This is what I must now learn to do with the stormy weather I've been passing through: turn it into beauty, turn it into art, so new life can germinate and bloom.One example of a creative artist who does this is my friend Jane Yolen, who wrote her exquisite book of poems The Radiation Sonnets while her husband was undergoing treatment for the cancer that would eventually claim his life. This is what all artists must do: take whatever life gives us and "alchemize" it into our art (either directly and autobiographically, as in Jane's book, or indirectly; whatever approach works best), turning darkness into light, spinning straw into gold, transforming pain and hardship into what J.R.R. Tolkien called 'a miraculous grace.

Terri Windling

Rick feels almost the way he used to halfway through his third drink, his favorite moment, the way he wishes all moments in life could feel: heightened with the sense that anything could happen at any moment--that being alive is important, because just when you least expect it, you might receive exactly what you least expect.

Douglas Coupland

There are plenty of bad editors who try to impose their own vision on a book. (…)A good novel editor is invisible.

Terri Windling

right in this moment, I can´t even remember what unhappy feels like.

Maggie Stiefvater

I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.

Marcel Duchamp

The terrible things that happen to us,” Tessa said slowly. “What wedo with them...I think that’s what makes us artists.

Helen Maryles Shankman

So let us praise the distinctive pleasures of re-reading: that particular shiver of anticipation as you sink into a beloved, familiar text; the surprise and wonder when a book that had told one tale now turns and tells another; the thrill when a book long closed reveals a new door with which to enter. In our tech-obsessed, speed-obsessed, throw-away culture let us be truly subversive and praise instead the virtues of a long, slow relationship with a printed book unfolding over many years, a relationship that includes its weight in our hands and its dusty presence on our shelves. In an age that prizes novelty, irony, and youth, let us praise familiarity, passion, and knowledge accrued through the passage of time. As we age, as we change, as our lives change around us, we bring different versions of ourselves to each encounter with our most cherished texts. Some books grow better, others wither and fade away, but they never stay static.

Terri Windling

People who advocate simplicity have money in the bank; the money came first, not the simplicity.

Douglas Coupland

In her small voice, Persephone said, "I have nothing to add." After a moment of consideration, she added, however, "If you are going to punch someone, don't put your thumb inside your fist. It would be a shame to break it.

Maggie Stiefvater

When we seek daily spiritual guidance, we are guided toward the next step forward for our art. Sometimes the step is very small. Sometimes the step is, "Wait. Not now." Sometimes the step is, "Work on something else for a while." When we are open to Divine Guidance, we will receive it. It will come to us as the hunch, the inkling, the itch. It will come to us as timely conversations with others. It will come to us in many ways--but it will come.

Julia Cameron

When others sit, a #StaticJedi is found standing—even standing along, with a message not in hand but secure in heart!

Eric Samuel Timm

I once ran across a list of nearly 400 winds from around the world and wondered why Wyoming, so dominated by wind, has so few names for its variations. . . . There's the wind, the damned wind, and the goddamned wind.

Teresa Jordan

Beauty is a sign of intelligence.

Andy Warhol

If you really serious ’bout helpin’ somebody, crawl down in the ditch with ’em, bandage up their wounds, and stick with ’em until they is strong enough to crawl up on your back and get out

Denver Moore

You're my change of skin/ my summer-winter-fall/ I spring to follow you/ this loss is beautiful

Maggie Stiefvater

Maybe I might be repeating the same mistake again... But don't you think it is far better to regret what I have done than what I have not done yet...?

Hiroko Sakai

Don't underestimate the power of a guilty mind. Never underestimate self-shame and self-destruction.

Tim Hawken

She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that I hold inside / when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you.

Maggie Stiefvater

We sat in the car & the night droppeddown until the only sounds werethe crickets &the dance of our voices& for a momentthe world becamesmall enough toroll back & forth between us.

Brian Andreas

Trust grows by trusting.

Rick Hocker

Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing.

Maggie Stiefvater

Believing is a fine thing, but putting those beliefs into execution is a test of strength.

Kahlil Gibran

I’m not using any word,” Ronan said. The annoying thing about Ronan was always that he was angry when everyone else was calm, and calm when everyone else was angry. Because Blue was ready to bust a vein, his voice was utterly pacific. “I’m just telling you I’m not going. Maybe it’s wrong, maybe it’s not. My soul’s in enough peril as it is.

Maggie Stiefvater

It was all balance. But then, she already knew that from surfing.

Eve Babitz

She rubbed the skin off your headstone of a sternum and painted a sad picture of herself in your eyes. We fell in love with that little peep-show projection on the inside of an iris, pictures that amount to nothing more than the thirsty moon over a spot of bloody ground. Those weren’t the nothings we restless sleepwalkers knew, no place no home no song. So we heard her and we followed until she went where we couldn't follow.She went down beyond the mountains and disappeared between the crease of sky and land, like a great eyelid folding shut. No one knows what happened out in the Black Hills, but I imagine she lies buried in a rusty coffin under the stars. And on nights when the desert crickets sing her tune, they say one day she will rise again. On that day, there is no telling the kind of vengeance she'll demand of us. Fair is fair.They say when she fell from Heaven she wore a crown of jagged stars that slit the skies throat. They say she loved them all, in the secret corners of their shallow sleep. Strangers, at the last. They say a lot of things. They’re all lies. Everything is already written.

James Curcio

Most cowgirls are natural storytellers, their art honed by years of practice. . . . It serves as entertainment; it also preserves the humor and value of a unique way of life.

Teresa Jordan

Sometimes God allows what he hates to accomplish what he loves.

Joni Eareckson Tada

We can no longer create the feeling of an era...of time being particular to one spot in time.

Douglas Coupland

Memories are like dreams. You remember how you got to the front of the classroom with no clothes on.

Maggie Stiefvater

Girl going past clinging to a young man's arm. Putting up her face like a duck to the moon. Drinking joy. Green in her eyes. Spinal curvature. No chin, mouth like a frog. Young man like a pug. Gazing down at his sweetie with the face of a saint reading the works of God. Hold on, maiden, you've got him. He's your boy. Look out, Puggy, that isn't a maiden you see before you, it's a work of imagination. Nail him, girlie. Nail him to the contract. Fly laddie, fly off with your darling vision before she turns into a frow, who spends all her life thinking of what the neighbours think.

Joyce Cary

Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.

Mina Loy

You're like a song I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew untill I heard it again

Maggie Stiefvater

Як умру, то поховайте Мене на могилі, Серед степу широкого, На Вкраїні милій, Щоб лани широкополі, І Дніпро, і кручі Було видно, було чути, Як реве ревучий. Як понесе з України У синєє море Кров ворожу... отойді я І лани, і гори — Все покину і полину До самого бога Молитися... а до того Я не знаю бога.

Taras Shevchenko

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