#pain

When I'm painting, I'm not aware of what I'm doing. It's only after a get acquainted period that I see what I've been about. I've no fears about making changes for the painting has a life of its own. ↗

— Jackson Pollock

#acquainted #after #aware #been #changes

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever. ↗

— Alexander Pope

#decencies #dwell #endeavour #ever #finds

We need to make sure that the fast-growing States and the balance of States in this country have as much information as available because I cannot imagine the pain as a parent myself of having my child molested by someone in our schools. ↗

— Jon Porter

#balance #because #cannot #child #country

I never consciously said, 'I want to be an actor.' It sounds stupid, but it's kind of like being a painter or something. You don't say, 'From today on I'm going to be a painter.' It's not something conscious - you've just been painting pictures all your life. ↗

— Franka Potente

#been #being #conscious #consciously #going

The problem for the Left, however, is that the moment it stops painting the Right as vile, it has to argue the issues. ↗

— Dennis Prager

#however #issues #left #moment #painting

Whenever we condemn, we cloak the world in pain. ↗

— Hugh Prather

#condemn #pain #whenever #world

From the age of six I wanted to be an artist. At that point I meant a painter, but it turned out what I really meant was I was someone who was very interested in watching the world and making copies of it. ↗

— Reynolds Price

#artist #copies #i #interested #making

Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#doctor #heed #illness #kindness #knowledge

Creole is New Orleans city food. Communities were created by the people who wanted to stay and not go back to Spain or France. ↗

— Paul Prudhomme

#by the people #city #communities #created #creole

Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#beautiful #brave #brief #butterflies #clever