Black Surrealism Quotes & Sayings

There's so much pollution in the air now that if it weren't for our lungs there'd be no place to put it all. — Robert Orben

It was an honor to work with Samantha Morton on this Casablanca-esque, silent-film-esque, Americana photobooth Woolworth's hay day period piece of surrealism/ realism/ story time tell-tale-ism, black and white 35 mm film, washed in strange light, over this love hate tune, heartbreak song, life-goes-on lullaby, The Last Goodbye. It's a doorway into the future of the fatal past-tense. Get it? — Alison Mosshart

It was in the black mirror of anarchism that surrealism first recognised itself. — Andre Breton

I think I'd make a loving, caring, understanding boyfriend, who's in touch with his emotions. Or at least I'd like to be. — Brian Littrell

For a Clown, Death is Closing the gate on all Daily humiliations. — Kambiz Shabankareh

There's only one woman left in the absence of thought that characterizes in pure black this cursed era. — Andre Breton

But she who wins the lot of life must also draw the lot of death, since the lot of life is death — Jostein Gaarder

A Scout smiles and whistles under all circumstances. — Robert Baden-Powell

We do tend to overreact when we feel threatened. Men, I mean. — Keira Kroft

Ambition can be a disease, and it feeds on itself. — Rebecca Miller

We must see that regional imbalances in the growth of various parties of the country are removed and all the states progress evenly. We shall ensure that all citizens of the country get full opportunity to contribute their might towards India's progress. — Rajiv Gandhi

In the shadows he could just make out a rough, ghostly wall that stood out in the pitch darkness. As if drawn by an irresistible black beacon, he slowly advanced step by step towards that incandescent wall of shale. Far off, the city was vanishing into the air. The fiesta disappeared somewhere beyond his eyelids. The wall was increasing in size, growing amidst a mixture of shadows and sparks. It was a wall of smoke from which sprouted candles that resembled asteroids. In fact, it was not one wall but two. Two tall, crackling walls, silently burning. But it wasn't two walls either. It was, in fact, a street. — Eugenio Fernandez Granell

If you gave wings to a cat, it would not condescend to be a bird. It would be an angel. — Dick Shawn

The thick stream of air hauled toward the summits
first the great horses of noise reared against the sky
then sluggishly the great limp octopus of smoke
a derisory spitter injecting the night with
the insolent perfume of a citronella lamp
and a wind swept down on the islands
to be riddled by the suspect violence of the locusts ... — Aime Cesaire

Somewhere there are gardens where peacocks sing like nightingales, somewhere there are caravans of separated lovers traveling to meet each other; there are ruby fires on distant mountains, and blue comets that come in spring like sapphires in the black sky. If this is not so, meet me in the shameful yard, and we will plant a gallows tree, and swing like sad pendulums, never once touching. — K.J. Bishop