Word Quote Machine

“A nation is not defeated until the hearts of its women are on the ground”

Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

Never think that you are worthless.  God has paid an enormous amount for you, and the gifts keep arriving

One has to believe in what one is doing, one has to commit oneself inwardly, in order to do painting. Once obsessed, one ultimately carries it to the point of believing that one might change human beings through painting. But if one lacks this passionate commitment, there is nothing left to do. Then it is best to leave it alone. For basically painting is total idiocy

You ought to be able to be an Abstract-Expressionist next week, or a Pop artist, or a realist, without feeling you've given up something.

Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.

One never is what one has, and there are no exceptions to the rule.

Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. Don't try to see through the distances. Move within. But don't move the way fear makes you move.

Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.”

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding.

...Not this. Not at all. I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

We admired the German professors. We had won the fight against fascism and now, with their help, we would defeat all the dark forces in the culture and the psyche.

Perhaps this sounds like fuss over nothing, but when you're young, everything matters, everything is serious. And besides, I was living with a modern painter. I slept with modern painting. The life we led depended on art. Without that, all we had was a dirty apartment.

What drove even his admirers away was a certain remorselessness in his brilliance. It made some of us anxious to think that everything meant something; there was no escape. It was like a fate.

I had literature, rather than a personality, a set of fictions about myself.