#pain

If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love #pain #sorrow #death

يمكن لورقة أو ريشة أن تجترح العجائب ، فتشتفي الآلام ، وتحقق الأحلام و تعيد الأمل المفقود ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#pain #writing #dreams

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best? ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#god #human #hurt #love #pain

The artist lives to have stories to tell and to learn to tell them well. ↗

— Criss Jami

#artists #artists-life #creative #creativity #experiences

If I hadn't started painting, I would have raised chickens. ↗

— Grandma Moses

#hadn #i #painting #raised #started

It does not matter how badly you paint so long as you don't paint badly like other people. ↗

— George Edward Moore

#does #how #like #long #matter

I don't know of any other creature on earth other than man that will sit in a corner and cry because of some painful experience in the past. ↗

— Pat Morita

#because #corner #creature #cry #earth

And therefore I am come amongst you at this time, not as for my recreation or sport, but being resolved, in the midst and heat of the battle, to live or die amongst you all; to lay down, for my God, and for my kingdom, and for my people, my honour and my blood, even the dust. I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble woman; but I have the heart of a king, and of a king of England, too. ↗

— Elizabeth I Tudor

#queen #spain #spanish-armada #leadership

I will admit that I wanted to shout for standing on the top of a scaffold in front of a good new wall always goes to my head. It is a sensation something between that of an angel let out of his cage into a new sky and a drunkard turned loose in a royal cellar. And after all, what nobler elevation could you find in this world than the scaffold of a wall painter? No admiral on the bridge of a new battleship designed by the old navy, could feel more pleased with himself than Gulley, on two planks, forty feet above dirt level, with his palette table beside him, his brush in his hand, and the draught blowing up his trousers; cleared for action. ↗

— Joyce Cary

#artists #new-beginnings #paint-brush #palette #art

It's often about the simple things, isn't it? Painting and photography are first about seeing, they say. Writing is about observing. Technique is secondary. Sometimes the simple is the most difficult. ↗

— Linda Olsson

#painting #photography #simple #writing #art