Alexej von Jawlensky Quotes
I knew that I must paint not what I saw, but only what was in me, in my soul. Figuratively speaking, it was like this: In my heart I felt as if there were an organ, which I had to sound. And nature, which I saw before me, only prompted me. And that was a key that unlocked this organ and made it sound.. .They are songs without words.
Alexej von Jawlensky
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If my father had a heart attack, it would give me no solace at all to know his treatment was first tried on a dog.
Ingrid Newkirk
Go, Soul, the body’s guest,Upon a thankless arrant:Fear not to touch the best;The truth shall be thy warrant:Go, since I needs must die,And give the world the lie.Say to the court, it glows.And shines like rotten wood;Say to the church, it showsWhat’s good, and doth no good:If church and court reply,Then give them both the lie.
Walter Raleigh
The learning of the gentleman enters through his ears, fastens to his heart, spreads through his four limbs, and manifests itself in his actions. ... The learning of the petty person enters through his ears and passes out his mouth. From mouth to ears is only four inches—how could it be enough to improve a whole body much larger than that?
Xun Kuang
Love is the song of the soul, singing to God.
Paramahansa Yogananda
Fame and fortune is a magnet.It can pull you far away from homeWith a dream in your heart you're never alone.Dreams turn into dust and blow awayAnd there you are without a friend
Hal David
There's something about a pious man such as he. He will cheerfully cut your throat if it suits him, but he will hesitate to endanger the welfare of your immaterial and problematical soul.
Isaac Asimov
Books are the windows through which the soul looks out.
Henry Ward Beecher
Yeah, apparently chasing a bus uses different muscles than sitting and eating.
Drew Carey
The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.
William Ernest Henley
Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty but kind to ugliness.
Ouida
I knew that I must paint not what I saw, but only what was in me, in my soul. Figuratively speaking, it was like this: In my heart I felt as if there were an organ, which I had to sound. And nature, which I saw before me, only prompted me. And that was a key that unlocked this organ and made it sound.. .They are songs without words.
Alexej von Jawlensky