Bruguera Tania Quotes & Sayings

The weapons that helped turn what had been initially peaceful demonstrations in Syria into ruthless civil war were delivered to Turkey with the USA's kind permission, either by ship in gigantic cargo containers or by air. From — Jurgen Todenhofer

In a global world, we should be citizens. Dignity has no nationality. — Tania Bruguera

Art is useful. Through art we can start building a world that works differently. — Tania Bruguera

Once you become an immigrant, the first thing that is taken from you is the opportunity to talk about politics and to talk about yourself as a political being. — Tania Bruguera

As a student, you have to learn what areas are most difficult for you ... Those are the same difficulties you'll have as a professional artist, so the school is the place to notice them and to find a way to make them work. — Tania Bruguera

I believe that God is with you, that there is a presence. I believe this God is for you. I don't think the universe is a cold, dead place that is indifferent. — Rob Bell

Art and politics have many things in common. — Tania Bruguera

I come from musical theater, and a lot of musical theater is about accepting fantasy. I think it is more about just being open and accepting. — Amy Adams

The art that we should be doing today, in the twenty-first century, is art that is not for the museum. — Tania Bruguera

It's almost comical that astronauts are stereotyped as daredevils and cowboys. As a rule, we're highly methodical and detail-oriented. Our passion isn't for thrills but for the grindstone, and pressing our noses to it. — Chris Hadfield

The first right an immigrant is stripped of is the right to be political. — Tania Bruguera

A young woman across the dock pulled her winter coat tightly around herself and ducked her chin down as the crowd of sailors passed. Her shoulders might have shaken, just a little, but she kept to her path without letting the men's boisterous laughter keep her from her course. In her I saw myself, a fellow lost girl, headstrong and headed anywhere but home. — William Ritter

From Labor Day through Halloween, the place is almost unbearably beautiful. The air during these weeks seems less like ether and more like a semisolid, clear and yet dense somehow, as if it were filled with the finest imaginable golden pollen. The sky tends toward brilliant ice-blue, and every thing and being is invested with a soft, gold-ish glow. Tin cans look good in this light; discarded shopping bags do. I'm not poet enough to tell you what the salt marsh looks like at high tide. I confess that when I lived year-round in Provincetown, I tended to become irritable toward the end of October, when one supernal day after another seemed to imply that the only reasonable human act was to abandon your foolish errands and plans, go outside, and fall to your knees. — Michael Cunningham