M Quotes
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“My Paintings are Battles.”
“My paintings are certainly nonobjective. They're just horizontal lines. There's not any hint of nature. And still everybody responds, I think.”
“My paintings are inspirational for they allow the observer to experience infinite viewpoints and perceptions. They are not abstract for they represent what is actually more real than what our eyes are able to see. They allow the viewers to be inspired by taking their own perception beyond their senses and their surroundings.”
“My paintings are loosely based on meta narratives. The pictures float in and out of pictorial genres. Still life's become personified, portraits become events, and landscapes become constructions. I embrace the area between which the subject is composed and decomposing, formed and formless, inanimate and alive.”
“My paintings are not about what is seen. They are about what is known forever in the mind.”
“My paintings are not meant to be tasted.”
“My paintings are only the ashes of my art”
“My paintings are reflections of my own inner mysteries... they all reflect my relationship to my steadiest of companions and muses - nature and animals.”
“My paintings are rubbish.”
“My paintings are so legible, I feel guilty.”
“My paintings are the last paintings one can make.”
“My paintings are titled after they are finished. I paint from remembered landscapes that I carry with me - and remembered feelings of them, which of course become transformed. I could certainly never mirror nature. I would more like to paint what it leaves with me.”
“My paintings are very strange - large and empty, like walls. Just the opposite of my writing, which is rich and juicy.”
“My paintings are well-painted, not nimbly but patiently. My painting contains in it the message of pain. I think that at least a few people are interested in it. It’s not revolutionary. Why keep wishing for it to be belligerent? I can’t.
Painting completed my life. I lost three children and a series of other things that would have fulfilled my horrible life. My painting took the place of all this. I think work is the best.”
Source: The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas
“My paintings are well-painted, not nimbly but patiently. My painting contains in it the message of pain. I think that at least a few people are interested in it. It's not revolutionary. Why keep wishing for it to be belligerent? I can't. Painting completed my life. I lost three children and a series of other things that would have fulfilled my horrible life. My painting took the place of all of this. I think work is the best.”
“My paintings are wiser than I am.”
“My paintings at their best take that vocabulary and attempt to transpose that into a form that gives respect not only to the history of painting but also to those people who look and sound like me.”
“My paintings cannot be a negation of what has always been and always will be necessary - drawing and search for values.”
“My paintings do not have a center, but depend on the same amount of interest throughout.”
“My paintings don't simply represent what I see; they present viewers with what I want them to see.”
“My paintings have an ongoing dialogue with photography. There are many painters who would say the same, I'm sure. The difference is that I'm thinking more about the temporal aspect of photography, rather than the visual.”
“My paintings have gotten to be pretty popular and I've taken a little bit more interest in painting the last few years. In fact, my novel that I wrote not too long ago, 'The Hornet's Nest,' I painted the cover picture for it and I do a good bit of painting now.”
“My paintings repeat a feeling about Lake Michigan, or water, or fields...it's more like a poem...and that's what I want to paint.”
“My paintings seem to make the strongest impression on people who are, well, who are crazy.”
“My paintings used to be so realistic and I found it a little bit boring, especially now that I'm in New York. I wanted to be more free, first in my mind and then, slowly, in my work. Many artists have these jumps in their work and at some point it looks like a supermarket. For me it was important to develop.”
“My pal up there, Mr. NOT, has anointed me as the latest messiah. Yeah, just like that! So, don't you dare utter a word against your newest boss, or I'm gonna whup your fat ass.”
“My pal up there nowhere, Mr. NOT, is really pissed with you. How dare you worship false gods, and not the one and only Mr. NOT?”
“My palate is simpler than it used to be. A young chef adds and adds and adds to the plate. As you get older, you start to take away.”
“My palette contains a warm and cool of each primary, plus four modifiers: Yellow Ochre, Burnt Sienna, Blue-Violet and Phthalo Yellow-Green just mix as I go for each painting.”
“My palm connected with the final looking-glass. A wave of brittle fractures rippled outward from the place my sanguine hand had struck. It shattered. I watched the pieces of my former life--the reflection of this monster I'd become—fall about my feet in a hailstorm of blood, tears, and broken mirrors. My attrition was complete. And now dissension boiled in my veins. I would find my penance. Even if God could not forgive me, even if she could not forgive me...maybe I could at least find the power to forgive myself.”
Source: Dissension: the Second Act of Penance
“My palm covered the spot directly below his sternum, where an extra vibration pulsed. “What is this?” I whispered, looking up at him.
“It is my zural heart.” His deep voice rumbled even when”
Source: Possessed by the Alien King
“My palm covered the spot directly below his sternum, where an extra vibration pulsed. 'What is this?' I whispered, looking up at him.
'It is my zural heart.' His deep voice rumbled even when he spoke softly, and his hand covered mine. 'It beats only for you, my mate.”
Source: Possessed by the Alien King
“My palm is smeared with gold. When I look at him, I see the remaining powder has been smudged over his cheekbones by the strike of my hand. I cant stop staring at it, cant stop thinking about the way he looked at me when he caught my fingers. That´s the only excuse I have for not noticing that hes led me back to his rooms, which are, I suppose, also mine since we´re married.
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Source: The Queen of Nothing
“My palm presses against his cool cheek as I stare intently at him, willing him to understand, “I couldn’t have forgiven myself, couldn’t have gone on knowing I’d let you suffer when it was in my power to take that pain away.” I pause to smile sadly at him, “Anyway, it’s done now.”
He shakes his head in one last denial but there’s nothing he can do. Crimson tears fill his eyes again as he whispers softly, “Kiss me?”
Source: Absolution
“My pals, such as they are, in Hollywood, ask me why I love to travel to D.C. so much, why it's a vacation destination for me. I say, 'Because I sometimes have perfect days there.'”
“My pan plays down an unprecedented amount of our national debt.”
“My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey.”
Source: Dear Rockstar
“My pants are on fire!”
“My pants cut the cheese. Let one fly. Baked a batch of brownies.”
Source: Dear Dumb Diary #2: My Pants Are Haunted
“My papa said son don't let the man getcha and do what he done to me.”
“My papa tells me and my sister,
Out of all the days in life- we enjoy only a few.
The rest?
They go in sorting out life.”
Source: Sun On My Hands: A Poetry and Prose Collection
“My Papa thinks I should take a break from detecting for a while.”
Source: State of the Union
“My Papa's Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.”
Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“My pappy told me never to bet my bladder against a brewery or get into an argument with people who buy ink by the barrel.”
“My parabatai, he loved like few ever could love, with all and everything. I see you are like that too; it burns more brightly in you than the fire of Heaven.”
Source: City of Heavenly Fire
“My Paradise: With Christ. Not sinning. No pain. New earth. Precious in that order.”
“My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery. If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it, and if I could save it by freeing all the slaves I would do it; and if I could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone I would also do that. What I do about slavery, and the colored race, I do because I believe it helps to save the Union; and what I forbear, I forbear because I do not believe it would help to save the Union.”
“My paramount objective in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not to either save or destroy Slavery.”
“My paranoia never ends, but I haven't been paranoid about being spied on my shadowy forces for some time now.”
“My paranoia wasn't always right, but just to be on the safe side, I never went to sleep with a clown in the room.”
Source: Hidden Trump