Art Quotes - Page 232

A teacher is never a giver of truth; he is a guide, a pointer to the truth that each student must find for himself.

Why should we all use our creative power....? Because there is nothing that makes people so generous, joyful, lively, bold and compassionate, so indifferent to fighting and the accumulation of objects and money.

Like Joseph storing up grain during the years of plenty to be used during the years of famine that lay ahead, may we store up the truths of God's Word in our hearts as much as possible, so that we are prepared for whatever suffering we are called upon to endure.

Never assume someone is smarter than you.

The point is to strip down, get protestant, then even more naked. Walk over scorched bricks to find your own soul. Your heart a searching dog in the rubble.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?

The art of acting is not to act. Once you show them more, what you show them, in fact is bad acting.

A true artist should have no secrets. On the stage, you must be able to transmit every emotion to the spectator.

The music is within your heart, your soul, your spirit, and this is all I did when I sat at piano. I just go within.

Every picture shows a spot with which the artist has fallen in love.

It is the artist who realizes that there is a supreme force above him and works gladly away as a small apprentice under God's heaven.

Wonder, and its expression in poetry and the arts, are among the most important things which seem to distinguish men from other animals, and intelligent and sensitive people from morons.

Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images to achieve changes in consciousness

The way to deeper knowledge of God is through the lonely valleys of soul poverty and abnegation of all things. The blessed ones who possess the Kingdom are they who have repudiated every external thing and have rooted from their hearts all sense of possessing. These are the 'poor in spirit.'

Jesus Christ, Lord of all things! You see my heart, you know my desires. Possess all that I am - you alone. I am your sheep; make me worthy to overcome the devil.

It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath It will be short, it will not be simple

The art of leadership . . . consists in consolidating the attention of the people against a single adversary and taking care that nothing will split up that attention. . . . The leader of genius must have the ability to make different opponents appear as if they belong to one category.

I'm just not the same. Half of me is out there looking for you and the other half is wishing i didn't have to." I don't want to live - I want to love first, And live incidentally. Don't-don't ever think of the things you can't give me-You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all-and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had.

The Earth is Art, The Photographer is only a Witness.

People always say it's harder to heal a wounded heart than a wounded body. Bullshit. It's exactly the opposite—a wounded body takes much longer to heal. A wounded heart is nothing but ashes of memories. But the body is everything. The body is blood and veins and cells and nerves. A wounded body is when, after leaving a man you’ve lived with for three years, you curl up on your side of the bed as if there’s still somebody beside you. That is a wounded body: a body that feels connected to someone who is no longer there.

The disembodied soul does not part with Nature when it leaves the earth; life but, rather, it rises to a plane of Nature which is fuller, richer and sweeter in every way than the best of which the earth dwelling soul dreams. The dross of materiality burned away by the astral vibrations, the soul blossoms and bears spiritual fruit in the new life.

Imagination is the first step in creation whether in words or trifles. The mental pattern must always precede the material form.

We must alter our lives in order to alter our hearts, for it is impossible to live one way and pray another.

The dead are never far from us. They're in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.