#renaissance

I have not written in vain if I have heretofore done anything towards diminishing the reputation of the Renaissance landscape painting. ↗

— John Ruskin

#diminishing #done #heretofore #i #landscape

Medical research in the twentieth century mostly takes place in the lab; in the Renaissance, though, researchers went first and foremost to the library to see what the ancients had said. ↗

— Peter Lewis Allen

#first #foremost #had #lab #library

The next time somebody announces that he plans to get Medieval on your ass, tell him you're going to get Renaissance on his gonads. ↗

— James K. Morrow

#humor #medieval #renaissance #humor

New needs need new techniques. And the modern artists have found new ways and new means of making their statements... the modern painter cannot express this age, the airplane, the atom bomb, the radio, in the old forms of the Renaissance or of any other past culture. ↗

— Jackson Pollock

#airplane #any #artists #atom #atom bomb

Art always penetrates the particular fissures in one's psychic life. ↗

— Stephen Greenblatt

#renaissance #swerve #art

Why do we think love is a magician? Because the whole power of magic consists in love. The work of magic is the attraction of one thing by another because of a certain affinity of nature. ↗

— Marsilio Ficino

#love #magic #philosophy #renaissance #spirituality

In the West there has always been the attempt to try make the religious building, whether it's a Medieval or Renaissance church, an eternal object for the celebration of God. The material chosen, such as stone, brick, or concrete, is meant to eternally preserve what is inside. ↗

— Tadao Ando

#attempt #been #brick #building #celebration

In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters. ↗

— John Fowles

#end #essence #green #hardest #renaissance

It seems to me that a kind of thinking which is not technocratic has an opportunity for a renaissance in this country. ↗

— Leon Kass

#kind #me #opportunity #renaissance #seems

Finding her voice at last, she asked, “What dreams are you having, sir?” “I dreamt I was in a spring field and a woman stands in the shadows just at the edge of the nearby forest. I haven’t yet seen her face, only her long beautiful hair. I always wake too soon.” He reached up to touch the hawk touchstone around his throat as he described his dream, rubbing it absently between his fingers. Lily lowered her lashes to hide her astonishment. “When you see someone in a dream but cannot see their face, it means you haven’t met them yet,” she explained. “Then perhaps I’ll dream of her again tonight and this time I’ll see her face.” He smiled, reaching across the table to take her left hand and lift it to his lips. “My name is Ian Kelly, and it would give me the greatest pleasure to know yours.” “Lily Evans. Around here I go by Raven.” She raised a shoulder, indicating the gypsy tent. “Lily--indeed, a most beautiful name. Now tell me,” he stared pointedly at her hand, “I see no ring that another has claimed you as his, so my confidence is strengthened. Look at your cards again, milady, and tell me if you see me in your future… ↗

— Shannon MacLeod

#dreams #gypsy #irish #renaissance #romance