Quotes
Quotes about Art
They say that the more a person learns, the more they find there is to learn. Therefore the smarter you think you are, the dumber you really are.
Man becomes man only by his intelligence, but he is man only by his heart.
Petition me no petitions, Sir, to-day; Let other hours be set apart for business, To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk; And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.
Touch the goblet no more! It will make thy heart sore To its very core!
Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance, Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd Into some bruitish form of wolf or bear, Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat, All other parts remaining as they were; And they, so perfect in their misery, Not once perceive their foul disfigurement.
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, Being full of supper and distemp'ring draughts, Upon malicious knavery does thou come To start my quiet.
I would venture to warn against too great intimacy with artists as it is very seductive and a little dangerous.
Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises! An emerald set in the ring of the sea. Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes, Thou queen of the west, the world's cushla ma chree.
The dust of some is Irish earth, Among their own they rest.
Th' an'am an Dhia, but there it is-- The dawn on the hills of Ireland. God's angels lifting the night's black veil From the fair sweet face of my sireland! O Ireland, isn't it grand, you look Like a bride in her rich adornin', And with all the pent up love of my heart I bid you the top of the morning.
An Irishman's heart is nothing but his imagination.
A taste for irony has kept more hearts from breaking than a sense of humor for it takes irony to appreciate the joke which is on oneself.
Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me-- (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais)-- Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it, "Italy."
All Italians are plunderers. [It., Gli Italiani tutti ladroni.] Not all but a good part. [It., Non tutti, ma buona parte.]
There is no whaler and no whale biologist, no matter how experienced, who is so jaded that his heart does not race at the sight of a blue whale. â¢Dale Rice Nothing excites jaded grandmasters more than a theoretical novelty â¢Dominic Lawson I used to be a hopeless romanticâI fell in love with everyone I went out with. Now I'm a little more . . . jaded â¢Source Unknown People say the word 'naive' as if it were a bad thing. Frankly, I believe that being naive, like a child, is being innocent. Being innocent is happiness. Once innocence is lost there is no turning back, we have now become cynical and jaded adults â¢Source Unknown We'll have to change our jaded ways, but I've loved these days. â¢Billy Joel ...time misspent and faculties mis-employed, and senses jaded by labor, or impaired by excess, cannot be recalled any more than that freshness of the heart, before it has become aware of the deceits of others, and of its own. â¢John Randolph I'm not jaded but I'm not controlled by my emotions. It's not that I'm emotionless, I just have the ability not to be controlled by things like love and hate. â¢Marilyn Manson If I don't make it know that, I've loved you all along. Just like sunny days that, we didn't know because we're all dumb and jaded , and I pray to God I figure out whats wrong.
The true musician is to bring light into people's hearts.
The thing to judge in any jazz artist is, does the man project and does he have ideas.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
But through the heart Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse, 'Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmix'd, incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love's paradise.
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave.
Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
No time to break jests when the heartstrings are about to be broken.
Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest; Fate never wounds more deep the generous heart, Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart.
Who comes with Summer to this earth And owes to June her day of birth, With ring of Agate on her hand, Can health, wealth, and long life command.
