Best Sketch Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“All the sadness and sighs are shaped into art. Those unprocessed emotions are beautifully processed, and the emotional storm settles down, finding the still deep, the peace beneath the troubled waters. Such is the purpose of art.”

Source: All Our Fictional Dreams

“There are stars inside the universe nobody ever wrote about; so what keeps us from hoping and loving the ones we see each day?”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“My lines do not borrow your love - they create art so I can admire it forever.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“They fall silently the steps of her arrival - crossing snow so pale even the morning sky would fall into nights amber (if it knew of her ways & worth); for she has entered the palace of gold - her hair braided with hope tainted with autumn leaves that seem like a hanged man's rope - for her name is war and her crown is crafted out of grief.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“A poet may create or reminds; yet for both - the art is embraced by words.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“We place too much of ourselves inside art - so we become part of it and never feel quiet again for the people, we created it for, nor the meaning we gave it.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“We always hide our souls whenever we create something that praises the heart.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“The art is already in the picture.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“The right way is art.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“The art is already in the picture; we only have to set the colours free for hearts that have not seen love yet.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“A poet may create or reminds.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“The reason I sketch your pic at times because in your smile I see something more beautiful than the stars.”

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Author:Abhishek Kumar Singh

“He hadn't left any of the stretches that he'd done of me. But he did leave a sketch of my rocking chair. It was perfect. A rocking chair against the bare walls of my room. He'd captured the afternoon light streaming into the room, the way the shadows fell on the chair and gave it depth and made it appear as if it was something more than an inanimate object. There was something sad and solitary about the sketch and I wondered if that's the way he saw the world or if that's the way he saw my world. I starred at the sketch for a long time. It scared me. Because there was something true about it.”

Sad Solitude True Sketch

Book:Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Source: Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“The hours tick by as I lie in bed. Memories keep surfacing, tormenting me into unbelievable sadness. I can't bring myself to move. I can't fight the memories that keep filling my thoughts. I stay curled in the fetal position as each memory plays out. I can't stop them from coming. I can't make them go away. Nothing can distract me. I can't block the memories, so they continue to come.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“Lonely. My heart grips as the word crosses my mind. So many different feelings come with the word, not just loneliness. The word went beyond its definition. Loneliness has a deeper meaning to those who truly know what it means to be alone.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“He stares at me—taking me in—with his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“One of his hands move away from my face to flatten against my back, pulling me closer to him as he deepens the kiss. He parts my lips under his as my mind seems to sign quietly in content. I kiss him back as fiercely as he kisses me, unable to control the infatuation that rushes through me - feeling almost like fireworks. Not so careful anymore. Little shivers of urgency shoot through me. I push off the window, pressing closer to him. The rush of sensation that is coursing through me feels like I've drunk a gallon of coffee. It feels like an electric buzz is flooding between us.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“He drinks his coffee tentatively, glancing at me every few seconds, watching me. Every time he glances in my direction, I quickly turn away though he obviously knows I'm watching him. I know he's wondering why I'm staring at him, but he doesn't ask. I finally take a sip of coffee, set the mug back on the table, and voice what's on my mind, "I want to draw you.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building inside me, threatening to combust. I can't break free. Help! I can't break free! I open my mouth to scream.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“Night has settled over Paris. The streets have cleared of the crowds, and the city has been lit up. I set my book down, deciding to go for a walk. The Eiffel Tower is only a few blocks away. Now that there aren't many people out, I can walk there without having to fight my way through mobs of gawking tourists.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“He smirks, shaking his head and letting his eyes wander. I watch him carefully, wondering what I can say to get him to leave. “I’m not leaving until you answer some questions. Plus, I’m holding your sketchbook hostage, so you might want to cooperate.” I raise an eyebrow at him. I guess there isn’t much I can say. “This isn’t a hostage negotiation.” He chuckles half-heartedly as his eyes take me in, almost sizing me up. “I guess I should introduce myself.” He holds a hand out for me to shake. “I’m Nathan.” I stare at his hand for a moment. “Taylor,” I reply, meeting his eyes again without taking his hand. He lets his hand fall back to his side. “At least I got you to say something non-hostile.” “I haven’t been hostile,” I object. His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, haven’t you?” “Why don’t you leave me alone?” I snap. “Leave and don’t come back.” I move passed him, heading for my apartment. He can’t follow and annoy me if I lock the door. “Where are you going?” he demands. I look back over my shoulder and roll my eyes at him, indicating the answer should be obvious: anywhere he isn’t. Once inside, I slam the door behind me. “That was totally not hostile!” he calls after me, sarcastically. I quickly head for my bedroom door, slamming it, too.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“I grab the nearest lamppost when my knees threaten to give out, panting for breath as the words rip through me”

Source: Alone in Paris

“Every gesture and every look he gives me takes me by surprise and causes my heart to stutter.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“I take in all the colorful locks that line the bridge. Each one told a story. Each lock represented a relationship that was once special, whether it ended or turned into true happiness. The locks represented a past, present, and a possible future.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Welcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bridge.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“I freeze, my feet suddenly glued to the floor. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to turn around, but when I do, I immediately wish I hadn't. The boy is standing in the doorway at the end of the hall. Why is he here again? I barely allow myself time to ask the question before I move. Panicked, I turn and run back downstairs as fast as I can. "Hey! Wait!" he calls after me. I don't stop.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“The boy took my sketchbook.”

Source: Alone in Paris

“Every time she meets him, she feels like he was a new paper ready to be drawn. And she could clearly remember how the first time she met him, he was like a sketch paper filled with grey and blue and black, all mixed up together forming a confusing storm,”

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Book:The Art Of Black

Source: The Art Of Black

“When Robert drew a human face he felt as if he'd pinned a butterfly for study. As if he'd taken something that flickered with life and beauty and killed it. He would not do that to her. And so instead he decided to draw something else to remind him, secretly, of her. Something that recalled the lustrous spread of her fins, the quivering spines. Something that was beautiful and vicious all at once. A lionfish.”

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Book:The Sirens

Source: The Sirens

“She'd loved birds long before her physical limitations kept her grounded. She'd found a birding diary of her grandmother's in a trunk in the attic when she was Frankie's age, and when she asked her father about it, he dug through boxes on a shelf high above her head, handing down a small pair of binoculars and some field guides. She'd seen her first prothonotary warbler when she was nine, sitting alone on a tupelo stump in the forest, swatting at mosquitoes targeting the pale skin behind her ears. She glanced up from the book she was reading only to be startled by an unexpected flash of yellow. Holding her breath, she fished for the journal she kept in her pocket, focusing on the spot in the willow where he might be. A breeze stirred the branches, and she saw the brilliant yellow head and underparts standing out like petals of a sunflower against the backdrop of leaves; the under tail, a stark white. His beak was long, pointed and black; his shoulders a mossy green, a blend of the citron yellow of his head and the flat slate of his feathers. He had a black dot of an eye, a bead of jet set in a field of sun. Never had there been anything so perfect. When she blinked he disappeared, the only evidence of his presence a gentle sway of the branch. It was a sort of magic, unveiled to her. He had been hers, even if only for a few seconds. With a stub of pencil- 'always a pencil,' her grandmother had written. 'You can write with a pencil even in the rain'- she noted the date and time, the place and the weather. She made a rough sketch, using shorthand for her notes about the bird's coloring, then raced back to the house, raspberry canes and brambles speckling bloody trails across her legs. In the field guide in the top drawer of her desk, she found him again: prothonotary warbler, 'prothonotary' for the clerks in the Roman Catholic Church who wore robes of a bright yellow. It made absolute sense to her that something so beautiful would be associated with God. After that she spent countless days tromping through the woods, toting the drab knapsack filled with packages of partially crushed saltines, the bottles of juice, the bruised apples and half-melted candy bars, her miniature binoculars slung across one shoulder. She taught herself how to be patient, how to master the boredom that often accompanied careful observation. She taught herself how to look for what didn't want to be seen.”

Childhood Yellow Diary Sketch Bird Watching Alice Kessler Warbler

Book:The Gravity of Birds

Source: The Gravity of Birds

“Sketch what you got, it will determine what you will be.”

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Author:Sakin Maharjan

“Time's arrow is the loss of fidelity in compression. A sketch, not a photograph. A memory is a re-creation, precious because it is both more and less than the original.”

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Book:The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories

Source: The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories

“For the record, while it's very charming that you keep trying to protect me, I would like to remind you that I actually know how to defend myself." He grimaced. "I know. It's just... instinct." "Well, stop it." He held his hands up. "Won't happen again." He hesitated. I mean, unless I'm pretty sure you're about to die, then I'm absolutely going to rescue you, whether you like it or not.”

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Book:Renegades

Source: Renegades

“Remember when I used to be dumb? Well I'm better now. [Stan Laurel - 'Pack Up Your Troubles."]”

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Book:Laurel & Hardy - The British Tours

Source: Laurel & Hardy - The British Tours

“If I close my weary eyes, I can shut the dark out, just for a single moment and see the world I hope to see. Unravel its detail does, so slowly in the dim light. It is a fragile dream, half awake, half asleep. Sketches of a world I yearn to reach.”

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Book:All the Hope We Carry

Source: All the Hope We Carry

“The only way to make a picture into a theory is to take it overliterally, to treat it as if it were a theory and see how it needs to be refined.”

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Book:Philosophy of Language (text only) 2nd(Second) edition by W. G. Lycan

Source: Philosophy of Language (text only) 2nd(Second) edition by W. G. Lycan

“Why indeed does the hand experience such difficulty in rendering itself? ...It is a tragedy, or perhaps a boon, that the form should never know itself or approach anything resembling itself without warping the parameters of its being. Awareness is thusly obliteration and through reproduction of this intuitive knowing, the self is contaminated, and thereby annihilated.”

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Book:Inward and Toward

Source: Inward and Toward

“Kit smiled a little as he bent to retrieve the abandoned sketchbook; the irony of a spy being spied upon didn't escape him. He leafed through it idly. Imagine that... she'd not only been spying... she'd been documenting her findings. He bit back a laugh when he saw himself, arms stretched skyward, penis dangling modestly---he had been swimming, after all. But it was a beautiful drawing. She'd roughed in the pier beneath him and the trees behind it, too, and she'd caught him perfectly, the mindless contentment of the moment, the strength and confidence of his body, a hint of pleased-with-himself arrogance in the arch of his back. There was nothing tentative or missish about the drawing; it was, above all things, honest and surprisingly accomplished. He was flattered, but he felt oddly exposed, which had nothing to do with the fact that he was naked in the sketch. She'd captured something essential about him.”

Artwork Sketch Naked Man

Book:Beauty and the Spy

Source: Beauty and the Spy