Batik Fabric Quotes & Sayings

DeathWish: You spent some time working with Courtney Love and Billy Corgan on a creative level, how did this experience help your growth as an artist?
EA: It didn't
it stunted it entirely. I gave up over a year of my life and career helping Billy with his flop of an album and designing and building all of the costumes for his music video. With Courtney, we were friends, but I spent years working to record and promote her flop of an album only to find that my value increased every time I peed in an orange juice bottle so that she could fake her way through a drug test. Not exactly a haven for artistic growth. — Emilie Autumn

The two men used their arms to semaphore greetings and good-byes. — Anonymous

The walls billowed with printed fabric - yellow, green, indigo, purple - and a red hammer-and-sickle flag hung over the batik-draped mattress. It was as if a Russian cosmonaut had crashed in the jungle and fashioned himself a shelter of his nation's flag and whatever native sarongs and textiles he could find. — Donna Tartt

The reality is the park has been badly maintained for years. — Scott Michael Foster

A good accountant is someone who told you yesterday what the economists forcast for tomorrow — Miles Thomas

Love is like a batik created from many emotional colors, it is a fabric whose pattern and brightness may vary. — Diane Ackerman

If after so much effort and prayer, the matter is not successful, it will be a clear sign that God does not will it. — Vincent De Paul

The eye can see what we have in common or focus on what keeps us apart. And the heart can feel what joins us with everything or replay its many cuts. And the tongue can praise the wind or warn against the storm, can praise the sea or dread the flood. — Mark Nepo

Whatever I thought right, to others seemed wrong; what I held to be bad, others approved of. — Richard Wagner

I knew he that he didn't have the strength to get free. His life was being driven by a kind of flywheel. He had submitted to it and accepted it. It was turning fast. To slow it down or stop it and come to a place that was moving with the motion only of time and loss and slow grief was more, that day, than he could imagine.

I knew too that it was more than he could bear. — Wendell Berry