All Quotes By Tag: Art

“I know that your soul is on life support and that you feel lost and like you’re completely spinning out of control, but you’re finding yourself — here, tonight… even in this darkness.”

“Do you write novels?” I said.”Novels, Lord no,” she said. “I can’t even stay married.”

“Trying to live up to yourself is the most trying thing.”

“To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,To raise the genius, and to mend the heart”

“Art is long, and Time is fleeting.”

“A cultured society that has fallen away from its religious traditions expects more from art than the aesthetic consciousness and the ‘standpoint of art’ can deliver. The Romantic desire for a new mythology… gives the artist and his task in the world the consciousness of a new consecration. He is something like a ‘secular saviour’ for his creations are expected to achieve on a small scale the propitiation of disaster for which an unsaved world hopes.”

“Always suffer delusions of grandeur with your art. What you are unable to face will never hurt you”

“Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I then returned to the chair to continue my divine act of creation. Hot blood swished in my head as my mighty pen stole across the page.”

“Bad art has the power to deform a people just as good art generates new reflection, growth, vision, and hope.”

“At this time of year it’s easy to forget the true meaning of Christianity – the lies, the corruption, the abuse.”

“The ability to tell your own story, in words or images, is already a victory, already a revolt.”

“Knowledge sets us free, art sets us free. A great library is freedom…and that freedom must not be compromised. It must be available to all who need it, when they need it, and that’s always.”

“I was free with every road as my home. No limitations and no commitments. But then summer passed and winter came and I fell short for safety. I fell for its spell, slowly humming me to sleep, because I was tired and small, too weak to take or handle those opinions and views, attacking me from every angle. Against my art, against my self, against my very way of living. I collected my thoughts, my few possessions and built isolated walls around my values and character. I protected my own definition of beauty and success like a treasure at the bottom of the sea, for no one saw what I saw, or felt the same as I did, and so I wanted to keep to myself. You hide to protect yourself.”

“For a true artist, difficulties become opportunities and clouds become solid present.”

“I want you to trust yourself, baby. Love is all that matters and you’ve always known that. You’ve known, since you were a very little girl, what your life is meant to be about…”