Quotes About Expression

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and you laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.

A PRECEPT With words of ivory, Of bronze, of ebony, Of alabaster, marble, steel, and gold, The beauty of the visible is told. But how with these express The unseen Loveliness— Splendour and light, and harmony, and sound, The heart hath felt, the sense hath never found? No shining words of stone— Shadow and cloud alone— These shall the poet seek eternally, Whose lines would carve the mask of Mystery.

A modern poet has characterized the personality of art and the impersonality of science as follows: Art is I: Science is We.

If I had to define life in a word, it would be: Life is creation.

Art is I: Science is We.

As far as I was concerned, either I was a homosexual or I wasn't, so making films would change nothing.

I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it.

Art is the most beautiful deception of all. And although people try to incorporate the everyday events of life in it, we must hope that it will remain a deception lest it become a utilitarian thing, sad as a factory.

I don't have the feeling that I write my books. I have the feeling that my books get written through me and once they have got across me I feel empty and nothing is left.

Language is a form of human reason, which has its internal logic of which man knows nothing.

went with you or not." "But what would happen if you quit him and stayed here in Marseille?" "I don't care." Aslima began dancing round the room singing a pig-song in her language which is something like this translated: Want to know what's loving sweet, Want to know what's loving big? When two naughty lovers meet And unite in loving pigs.

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.

The effect of sincerity is to give one's work the character of a protest. The painter, being concerned only with conveying his impression, simply seeks to be himself and no one else.

Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.

Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

I'm not performing miracles, I'm using up and wasting a lot of paint...

No one but myself knows the anxiety I go through and the trouble I give myself…

When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you, a tree, a house, a field or whatever. Merely think here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape.

If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!

I want to paint the way a bird sings.

Impression — I was certain of it. I was just telling myself that, since I was impressed, there had to be some impression in it … and what freedom, what ease of workmanship! Wallpaper in its embryonic state is more finished than that seascape.