Painting Quote by Aeschylus Download Open image ““She looked just like a painting dying to speak.”” — Aeschylus ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.0 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Painting
“Oh her deathbed, when her hands could no longer weave or paint or mold clay, she'd told stories and filled them with the colors… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“She painted because she loved to paint. She never exhibited. She had no career, no ambitions for her work except that it be good,… — Michael Ignatieff Copy Share Image
“I could see everything she said as if it were a wall painting inside the cave of my own skull.” — Jack Gantos Copy Share Image
“I went over to the painting and looked closely. It had changed in my absence, something paintings liked to do.” — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“She had never seen me draw–because not drawing and forgetting everything I knew about art, I thought, was the magic key to my becoming… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“Well, she wasn’t strong enough to avoid being the background of my art. Just the background. Her words just my canvas.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“It was just an ordinary night. He didn’t think anything extraordinary would happen. Until it did. Turning a corner onto the bustling night time… — L.H. Cosway Copy Share Image
“This time when she picked up her paints, she didn’t think, she just painted. It was like opening the door onto a storm. The… — Michelle Frost Copy Share Image
“I hardly know her. It all comes back to the paintings. Her amazing and beautiful talent. Her sincerity. Her kindness. Her feistiness. Her ability… — Ella Dominguez Copy Share Image
“Like all paintings, the portrait was ruined at the first stroke of paint; it would never be exactly as she had imagined it, and… — Christopher Bollen Copy Share Image
“Hear the sum of the whole matter in the compass of one brief word — every art possessed by man comes from Prometheus.” — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The cure is in the house, not brought by other hands from distant places, but by its own, in agony and blood. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The holy heaven yearns to wound the earth, and yearning layeth hold on the earth to join in wedlock; the rain, fallen from the… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals? — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
God planteth in mortal men the cause of sin whensoever he wills utterly to destroy a house. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
One is a painter because one wants so-called freedom; one doesn't want to go to the office every morning. — Marcel Duchamp Copy Share Image
“People in coats and ties were milling around the Talley gallery, and on the wall were the minimally rendered still lifes by Giorgio Morandi,… — Steve Martin Copy Share Image
A home is not a museum. It doesn't have to be furnished with Picasso paintings, or Sheraton suites, or Oriental rugs, or Chinese pottery.… — James M. Cain Copy Share Image
The bigger the canvas, the better I do. I'm not so good at understated, kitchen-sink kinds of parts. — Christopher Reeve Copy Share Image
I had an idea for a technologically advanced luxury watch. I got involved in digital art and neon painting and put on shows of… — Giorgio Moroder Copy Share Image
I think I'm a guy who can get into the paint, make plays and obviously distribute and make plays for other guys, too. — Kevin Huerter Copy Share Image
“Love them all," said Renoir. "That is the secret, young man. Love them all." The painter let go of his arm and shrugged. "Then,… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. — William Blake Copy Share Image
“He unfixes the metal notch and slips his hand around the body of the bird. Feels its heat, its small heart beating. He stares… — Nina Schuyler Copy Share Image
I love painting. I love writing. I love creating and being around people who are creating. — Joe Lycett Copy Share Image
“Your soul is your paintbrush, your world is your canvass, your life is your masterpiece.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
There's nothing more special than intellect and labour that makes painting work. There's no magic there; it's information, and it's work. — Kerry James Marshall Copy Share Image
