#mages

My painting is visible images which conceal nothing... they evoke mystery and indeed when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question 'What does that mean'? It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable. ↗

— Rene Magritte

#asks #because #conceal #does #either

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy. ↗

— Anais Nin

#ecstasy #i #images #joy #just

I would willingly pass my life writing and re-writing the same book - that one book every writer carries within him - the image of his own soul. ↗

— Ignazio Silone

#re-writing #soul #writing #life

Our approach to reality, our sense of reality, cannot assume that the text of nature, the book of life, is a cryptogram concealing just a single meaning. Rather, it is an expanding riddle of a multiplicity of resonating images. ↗

— Peter Redgrove

#meaning #nature #reality #symbols #life

Corrival looked around. 'So is this it? Is everyone here? Erskine, maybe you should start the ball rolling. I have places to go and things to do.' 'Me?' Ravel asked. 'Why do I have to start it? You're the most respected mage here. You start it, or Skulduggery.' Skulduggery shook his head. 'I can't start it. I don't like most of these people. I might start shooting. ↗

— Derek Landy

#gathering #grudges #humor #humorous #mages

Images have enormous power, and images freed from deep within ourselves can change us profoundly. ↗

— Alice McCall

#healing #health #images #power #self-help

Good photographs are taken not with the camera. Good photographs are taken with Mind, Soul, Eyes, and Imagination where Eyes like a shutter, Mind like a lens, Imagination like an object and Soul like a canvas. ↗

— Parveen Sharma

#photo #photography #pictures #imagination

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found one in his work--torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought? ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#children #epiphany #inspiration #mirror-images #inspirational

My poems were just kind of all over the place. They had no focus, no location, nothing. Kind of a series of images that could have been set anywhere. A lot of the poems were just exercises for myself. ↗

— James Welch

#been #could #exercises #focus #had

Moreover, photography has made it possible to fix these images and now provides us with a permanent record of each observed spectrum, which can be measured out at any time. ↗

— Pieter Zeeman

#each #fix #images #made #measured