Painting Quote by Janet Fitch Download Open image ““Michael used to draw self-portraits with nightmares hidden in his curls.”” — Janet Fitch ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Painting
“It was a three-dimensional nightmare version of some of his own drawings.” — Katherine Paterson Copy Share Image
“Michael staggered to his feet and turned to face his worst nightmare. Baal stood before him, a smirk on his face. He wore his signature grey, pinstripe, three-piece suit, and casually twisted his pinky ring on his long and slender well-manicured finger. As it rotated Michael caught a glimpse of the rubies in the skull’s eye sockets. His black hair… — Wendy Owens Copy Share
“From underneath my hair, I study him. I know from doing portraits that you have to look at someone a really long time to… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“He meticulously tries to get every hair in place. He tilts his head to look at himself from different angles, like there's some magic perspective in the mirror that could change the dimensions of his face' -Olivia/Via thinking” — R.J. Palacio Copy Share
“I concentrated on his eyes and his facial expression. Those said a lot about a person. I’d noticed that his eyes changed color based… — Marysue G. Hobika Copy Share Image
“This is what I feared for Michael. That his generation, so strong, so well made, so bright and aware beyond its years, would compare… — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
“I forced my eyes open and saw the image that’s haunted me every day for the past years of my life. And every day,… — Liz Thebart Copy Share Image
“My nightmares never go away, and yet my lips are sealed to the world and especially to him.” — Pierre Courtois Copy Share Image
“I wish to paint in such a manner as if I were photographing dreams.” — Zdzisław Beksiński Copy Share Image
How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the next, visceral,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“That fucking crow-bodied thing had won. How gleeful it was now. All because he'd wanted to live, forget genius and destiny, and simply be… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
When most people looked at Josie Tyrell, they only saw a certain collection of bones, a selection of forms filling space. But Michael saw past the mouth and the eyes, the architecture of the body, her fleshly masquerade. Other boys were happy enough to enjoy the show, they just wanted to be entertained in the body's shadow theater. But Michael… — Janet Fitch Copy Share
“They can't touch us. We're the Vikings. We go into battle without armor for the flush and the blood of it.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“But I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“To dare to see is to steal fire from the Gods. This is mankind's destiny, the engine which fuels us as a race. Three… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“If I were a poet, that’s what I’d write about. People who worked in the middle of the night. Men who loaded trains, emergency room nurses with their gentle hands. Night clerks in hotels, cabdrivers on graveyard, waitresses in all-night coffee shops. They knew the world, how precious it was when a person remembered your name, the comfort of a… — Janet Fitch Copy Share
“what was the point in creating something that was so futile and so precious? everything beautiful was like that. a little bit of the true world. beauty said there was something more than just one fucking thing after another. time could rest for a moment, stop and that senseless motion. people thot beauty was bullshit, just a bandaide slapped over… — Janet Fitch Copy Share
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, most of them no bigger than a tea tray. Their thin browns, ashy grays, and muted blues made people speak softly to one another, as if a shouted word might curdle one of the paintings and… — Steve Martin Copy Share
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 at the bird's bright orange eyes. Like the color of the bird's wings in the painting. Or the small touch of lichen on the rock by the Japanese woman's foot. Natalia did not truly see the… — Nina Schuyler Copy Share
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
