Quotes
Quotes about Art
To resist the frigidity of old age, one must combine the body, the mind, and the heart. And to keep these in parallel vigor one must exercise, study, and love.
Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.
The Hidden Power of the Heart -Sara Paddison.
Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty - they merely move it from their faces into their hearts.
A man must have grown old and lived long in order to see how short life is. -Arthur Schopenhauer.
It spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in a small way. -Edith Wharton.
Agitation is that part of our intellectual life where vitality results; there ideas are born, breed and bring forth.
The life of the husbandman,--a life led by the bounty of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven.
Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.
E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend, Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne, As light straw and rapid stubble fly In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.
Busy bees chased the bloom chaste Though they crawled on her clothes her petals unfolded and those held close still ever faithful to the sun is the everpure rose Whether her hue is violet or rose Whether she grows in freedom or rows ever to God in waves arose the love perfume from the heart of the rose.
In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
There is nothing enduring in life for a women except what she builds in a man's heart.
How many young hearts have revealed the fact that what they had been trained to imagine the highest earthly felicity was but the beginning of care, disappointment, and sorrow, and often led to the extremity of mental and physical suffering.
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
O you much partial gods! Why gave ye men affections, and not power To govern them?
The mind is no match with the heart in persuasion; constitutionality is no match with compassion.
Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit, to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
