#bohemia

Art is a barren route, of which glory is the oasis. ↗

— Henri Murger

#medici-the-jew #art

The term bohemian has a bad reputation because it's allied to myriad clichés, but Parisians originally adopted the term, associated with nomadic Gypsies, to describe artists and writers who stayed up all night and ignored the pressures of the industrial world. ↗

— Sarah Thornton

#bohemian #definition #stereotype #art

I'm a girl from a good family who was very well brought up. One day I turned my back on it all and became a bohemian. ↗

— Brigitte Bardot

#became #bohemian #brought #day #family

Well, isn't Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else - and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian? ↗

— Djuna Barnes

#bohemian #else #everyone #good #less

Art can help a town by attracting a certain Bohemian population that adds life to the bars, character to the streets and a buzz to the name. Employers may then follow. But art can't do much if every town does it. There aren't enough Bohemians. ↗

— Evan Davis

#art #attracting #bars #bohemian #buzz

Fifty years ago, it was the dream of every bohemian artist to be seen getting out of a limousine wearing blue jeans and sneakers. Today, it's the dream of probably half the people in the country. ↗

— Brad Holland

#artist #blue #blue jeans #bohemian #country

I would have preferred to be successful here with a piece that cost me a huge amount of money and effort... rather than sending to Bohemia some ordinary works. ↗

— Camille Claudel

#bohemia #cost #effort #here #huge

When I was living in New York, I had this slightly wannabe bohemian existence and took up painting, at which I'm appalling. I also bought several guitars. ↗

— Eddie Redmayne

#appalling #bohemian #bought #existence #guitars

It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#bohemian #certain #elements #fault #found

One night--it was on the twentieth of March, 1888--I was returning from a journey to a patient(for I had now returned to civil practice), when my way led me through Baker Street. As I passed the well-remembered door...I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers. His rooms were brilliantly lit, and, even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly, with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him. To me, who knew his every mood and habit, his attitude and manner told their own story. He was at work again. He had risen out of his drug-created dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new problems. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#sherlock-holmes #attitude