Dust Quote by Camille Claudel Download Open image “You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself.” — Camille Claudel ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dust Find Marble Myself Work
Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important. — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
The work of art is already within the block of marble. I just chop off whatever isn't needed. — Auguste Rodin Copy Share Image
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Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble. — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
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The sculpture is already complete within the marble block, before I start my work. It is already there, I just have to chisel away… — Michelangelo Copy Share Image
As I descend the stairs, I can’t help brushing my fingers along the unblemished white marble walls. So cold and beautiful. Even in the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . . — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Know this, you are the alchemist. You have the capacity to turn any situation into your personal victory, into gold, if you choose. What… — Nicole Bonomi Copy Share Image
I would prefer to have a more appealing job. If I could still change careers, I would prefer it. This unfortunate art is made… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
You promised to take care of me and not to turn your back on me. How is it possible that you never wrote to… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
I am scared; I don't know what is going to happen to me. What was the point of working so hard and of being… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
I sleep completely naked to make me believe you are here, but when I wake up it is not the same thing. Most of… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
You know what black hatred women feel toward me as soon as they see me, until I return inside my shell, they use every… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see. — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
I am in no mood to be deceived any longer by the crafty devil and false character whose greatest pleasure is to take advantage… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
My countrymen have commissioned a bust of the Republic. It will be placed on the fountain of my native town. — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
Perhaps no order of mammals presents us with so extraordinary a series of gradations as this [step by step, from humans to apes to… — Thomas Huxley Copy Share Image
She had been dragged in the most humiliating of all dusts, the dust reserved for older women who let themselves be approached, on amorous… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
We think literature is immortal, but even that decays and ultimately turns to dust. — Mick Farren Copy Share Image
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Mr. Bumpy from Bump in the Night was this funky little guy who lived under the bed and thought eating dust bunnies was a… — Jim Cummings Copy Share Image
At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl… — John Updike Copy Share Image
When any civilization is dust and ashes," he said, "art is all that's left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning, that is—is… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When a man is not wanted in the village, he is always accused of raising dust even when he falls in a pool of… — Vikrant Parsai Copy Share Image
Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image