Quotes
Quotes about Pain
Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage.
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
The pain and hurt which i feel, go as deep as it is real; to be around and yet unseen, takes the water out of the steam.
And those who paint 'em truest praise 'em most.
Paint me as I am. If you leave out the scars and wrinkles, I will not pay you a shilling.
"Paint me as I am," said Cromwell, "Rough with age and gashed with wars; Show my visage as you find it, Less than truth my soul abhors."
A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh-- To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint; But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?
He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves. [Lat., Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.]
He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own genius: as he must needs paint for other minds, and not for his own.
I only feel, but want the power to paint. [Lat., Nequeo monstrare et sentio tantum.]
Vain is the hope by colouring to display The bright effulgence of the noontide ray Or paint the full-orb'd ruler of the skies With pencils dipt in dull terrestrial dyes.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
Painting with all its technicalities, difficulties, and peculiar ends, is nothing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable as the vehicle of thought, but by itself nothing.
If it is the love of that which your work represents--if, being a landscape painter, it is love of hills and trees that moves you--if, being a figure painter, it is love of human beauty, and human soul that moves you--if, being a flower or animal painter, it is love, and wonder, and delight in petal and in limb that move you, then the Spirit is upon you, and the earth is yours, and the fullness thereof.
Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.
So on he fares, and to the border comes, Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champain head Of a steep wilderness.
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
Passion holds up the bottom of the universe and genius paints up its roof.
Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of causing disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.
