#ere

If we have no heretics we must invent them, for heresy is essential to health and growth. ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#heresy #heretics #literature #art

When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die. ↗

— Lee Trevino

#deep #deep down #die #down #every

When the artist is alive in any person, whatever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressive creature. He becomes interesting to other people. He disturbs, upsets, enlightens, and opens ways for better understanding. Where those who are not artists are trying to close the book, he opens it and shows there are still more pages possible. ↗

— Robert Henri

#artist #daring #disturb #enlighten #interesting

Grant me the wisdom to know when to keep trying and when to stop wasting time, the patience to keep going with the 1st, and the courage & serenity to let go of the 2nd. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#patience #serenity #wisdom #wisdom-inspirational #wisdom-quote

Movies are so rarely great art that if we cannot appreciate great trash we have very little reason to be interested in them. ↗

— Pauline Kael

#art #cannot #great #great art #interested

It's a fool that looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart. ↗

— Joel Coen

#o-brother-where-art-thou #art

Regin slapped her knees. “Oh, my gods, look at him running like his life depended on catching us.” She slid open the door. “Is this straight outta Platoon, or what? Willem!” she cried, holding out one hand. “Run, Willem!” Then she choked on her laughter. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#life

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom. ↗

— James Joyce

#life #unfettered #art

... unfools of unbeing ... means quite clearly people who are too stereotyped to be eccentric – people who are too dead spiritually to exist at all and who call alive individual fools ↗

— Norman Friedman

#poetry #spirituality #stereotypes #art

I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly. ...I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken. ↗

— Carolyn Turgeon

#fairy #godmother #heart #heartbreak #wings