“The only sensible way to regard the art life is that it is a privilege you are willing to pay for... You may cite honors and attentions and even money paid, but I would have you note that these were paid a long time after the creator had gone through his struggles.” WayMayLongArtLife IsPayAttentionStruggleGoneWillingHonorLong TimePaidRegardNotesRewardsPrivilegeCreatorSensibleCitingArt Life Book:The Art Spirit Source: The Art Spirit
“You must first realize the thing completely in your mind. Then grasp the brush, fix your attention so that you see clearly what you wish to paint; start quickly, move the brush, follow straight what you see before you, as the buzzard swoops down when the hare jumps out. If you hesitate one moment, it is gone.” IfsMindFirstsMomentsMovingWishRealizingAttentionGonePaintConcentrationBrushesHaresBuzzards Author:Morris Graves
“I sometimes think we ought to bring a bill before Congress changing our national symbol from the eagle to the buffalo, because we are more like the buffalo than the eagle. The eagle is a powerful bird. It flies alone. It rises up into the sky with authority. It is master of all it surveys. The eagle is an individualist and was selected from among the rest of the birds to be our symbol. But the buffalo was never alone. It always ran in a herd with other buffaloes. And, friends, I call your attention that the buffaloes are gone from the open range, but the eagles are still soaring.” ThinkingStillsSometimesAmericaPowerfulAttentionGoneSkyMastersOughtAuthorityBirdBillsCongressSymbolsRangeRanSoarEaglesHerdsSurveysSelectedBuffalo Author:Norman Vincent Peale
“I've always been aware of the otherworld, of spirits that exist in that twilight place that lies in the corner of our eyes, of fairie and stranger things still that we spy only when we're not really paying attention to them, whispers and flickering shadows, here one moment, gone the instant we turn our heads for a closer look. But I couldn't always find them. And when I did, for a long time I thought they were only this excess of imagination that I carry around inside me, that somehow it was leaking out of me into the world.” WorldLooksLongStillsMomentsEyeSpiritLyingTurnsImaginationAttentionGoneLong TimeShadowCornersStrangerPay AttentionInstantExcessTwilightSpy Author:Charles de Lint
“My whole life everyone always said 'it can't be done', 'you'll never do it', 'you will fail', 'no one has ever gone from Austria and become a Mr Universe, blah, blah, blah', or when I ran for governor people were sceptical. It was 'you're going to lose' and 'people don't take people from show-business seriously in politics'. So, I've heard all the 'it's impossible' thing but I didn't pay any attention because I believed that I could do it.” PeopleSaidDoneWholeShowsUniverseLosesPayAttentionGoneImpossibleFailingHeardWhole LifeRanGovernorsShow BusinessImpossible ThingsBlahAustriaMr Universe Author:Arnold Schwarzenegger
“Your first pregnancy you have nothing to do except sleep and take care of yourself and go to prenatal yoga or whatever. Now I have a full-time job, I have a four-year-old, I've got a life that is demanding my attention, so I've gone to prenatal yoga once. It's such a bummer.” YearsFirstsCareJobsSleepAttentionGoneFourYogaTake CarePregnancyFour YearsTake Care Of YourselfFull Time JobsBummerFirst Pregnancy Author:Busy Philipps
“It's impossible to predict which paintings will last and which won't. In New Orleans I painted on a dilapidated shop in a street littered with abandoned cars and rotting mattresses, then two hours later the piece was gone. It turned out I'd picked the side of a crack house and the proprietor didn't like the attention.” TwoLastsHouseSidesHoursAttentionGonePiecesImpossibleStreetsCarPaintingShopsCracksAbandonedNew OrleansRottingMattresses Author:Banksy
“My films are the celebration of reality, of life, of my friends, of actual daily life that passes and is gone tomorrow. We don't pay attention to it when it happens.” RealityHappensFilmPayAttentionGoneTomorrowMy FriendsPay AttentionReality Of LifeDaily LifeCelebration Author:Jonas Mekas