Quotes
Quotes about Art
Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a losttradition.
Logic is neither a science nor an art, but a dodge.
Logic is the art of going wrong with confidence.
The way was long and weary, But gallantly they strode, A country lad and lassie, Along the heavy road. The night was dark and stormy, But blithe of heart were they, For shining in the distance The lights of London lay. O gleaming lights of London, that gem of the city's crown; What fortunes be within you, O Lights of London Town!
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.
Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet. - Lacon, 1825.
He that can live alone resembles the brute beast in nothing, the sage in much, and God in everything. - The Art of Worldly Wisdom, 1647.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
Silence is one great art of conversation.
I was court-martial in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
Loquacity storms the ear, but modesty takes the heart.
The greatest test of courage on earth is to bear defeat without losing heart.
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Lady Greensleeves?
When love once pleads admission to our hearts, (In spite of all the virtue we can boast), The woman that deliberates is lost.
One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall; A mighty love within my breast has grown, Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known; And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all. [Fr., Ma vie a son secret, mon ame a son mystere: Un amour eternel en un moment concu. La mal est sans remede, aussi j'ai du le taire, Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.]
If things on earth may be to heaven resembled, It must be love, pure, constant, undissembled.
Relationships are like Rome. Difficult to start out, incredible during the prosperity of the 'Golden Age', and unbearable during the fall. Then, a new kingdom will come along and the whole process will repeat itself until you come across a kingdom like Egypt.. that thrives, and continues to flourish. This kingdom will become your best friend, your soulmate, and your love.
Love can cure heartbreaks, misfortune, or tragedy. It is the eternal companion.
Love and relationships are truly one of the most paradoxical aspects of being human. For it is in love that we find the greatest of strengths and the deepest of sorrows. Love can seem to be so fleeting and unachievable yet it remains well within our reach if we only learn how to embrace it's power. To experience true love, we must be willing to open ourselves up and sacrifice part of our heart and part of our soul. We must be willing to give of ourselves freely, and we must be willing to suffer. It is only when we expose our inner selves to the white hot flame of rejection, that love can burn so brightly as to join to souls, melding the two into one, creating a bond that joins forever. It is from this bond that we draw strength eternal and power ever lasting. It is in this thing that we call love that we find the means to achieve greatness, both in ourselves and in our lives.
Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labor to others ... And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Love this Earth as if you won't be here tomorrow; show reverence for your Garden as if you will be here forever.
