#art

A story conducted by the time of a clock and calendars alone would be a story not of human beings but of mechanical toys. ↗

— Mary Lascelles

#clock #novels #stories #art

Die Kunst ist ewig, ihre Formen wandeln sich. (The art is eternal, their shapes are changing.) ↗

— Rudolf Steiner

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Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#poetry #art

Art expresses complex intangible feelings we can't explain in any other way. Art is everywhere, art is love; love is God; God is art. They're one and the same. ↗

— J. Matthew Nespoli

#god #love #art

In Jane Austen it was the critical faculty that would not be quieted; and that faculty in her, played on men and women. ↗

— Mary Lascelles

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Sympathy compounded of liking and compassion in varying proportions evidently seemed to Jane Austen the most natural inventive to imaginative interest in a character. ↗

— Mary Lascelles

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What God says is best, indeed is best, though all men in the world are against it. Seeing, then, that God prefers his religion; seeing God prefers a tender conscience; seeing they that make themselves fools for the kingdom of heaven are wisest; and that the poor man that loveth Christ is richer than the greatest man in the world that hates him: Shame, depart, thou art an enemy to my salvation. ↗

— John Bunyan

#idolatry #opinions #shame #wisdom #art

But aesthetic value does not rise from the work's apparent ability to predict a future: we do not admire Cézanne because of the Cubists drew on him. Value rises from deep in the work itself - from its vitality, its intrinsic qualities, its address to the senses, intellect, and imagination; from the uses it makes of the concrete body of tradition. In art there is no progress, only fluctuations of intensity. Not even the greatest doctor in Bologna in the 17th century knew as much a bout the human body as today's third-year medical student. But nobody alive today can draw as well as Rembrandt or Goya. ↗

— Robert Hughes

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He smiled and squinted at me again, tilting his head up and to the right as he stared. “Maybe what I’m attracted to in you is more than your looks and your brain and your humor.” He leaned closer like he had a secret. “It could be your soul,” he whispered. I pushed his cheek until he was squinting at the door to the kitchen instead. “Is this when you tell me I’m your soul mate, O’Neill? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #attraction #dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire

گرانبهاترین سرمایه انسان و محکمترین پایه قدرت او چیزی جز شخصیت او نیست ↗

— Erich Fromm

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