The future is just old age and illness and pain.... I must have peace and this is the only way.
She's all my fancy painted her, She's lovely, she's divine.
I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything.
There is no pain you are receding A distant ship, smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain you would not understand This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb.
Fear is an ague, that forsakes And haunts, by fits, those whom it takes; And they'll opine they feel the pain And blows they felt, to-day, again.
The problem with the person who thinks he's a long-term investor and impervious to short-term gyrations is that the emotion of fear and pain will eventually make him sell badly.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her . . . . I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
I hate flowersâI paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.
Forgotten? No, we never do forget: We let the years go; wash them clean with tears, Leave them to bleach out in the open day, Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes, Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,-- But we forget not, never can forget.
A wise man will make haste to forgive, because he knows the full value of time and will not suffer it to pass away in unnecessary pain.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate now knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
If it's very painful for you to criticize your friends - you're safe in doing it. But if you take the slightest pleasure in it, that's the time to hold your tongue.
When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it--lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew.
Little pains In a due hour employ'd great profit yields.
Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But Genius must be born; and never can be taught.
And since geometry is the right foundation of all painting, I have decided to teach its rudiments and principles to all youngsters eager for art. . . .
At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.
Next to ingratitude, the most painful thing to bear is gratitude.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
On me, on me Time and change can heap no more! The painful past with blighting grief Hath left my heart a withered leaf. Time and change can do no more.
Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.
The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.
What I wish to show when I paint is the way I see things with my eyes and in my heart. -Raoul Dufy.
'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death. -Thomas Paine.