Feininger Lyonel Quotes & Sayings

Each individual work serves as an expression of our most personal state of mind at that particular moment and of the inescapable, imperative need for release by means of an appropriate act of creation: in the rhythm, form, colour and mood of a picture. — Lyonel Feininger

Tyler never knew his father. — Chuck Palahniuk

I think vestigially there's a synesthete in me, but not like a real one who immediately knows what colour Wednesday is. — A.S. Byatt

When the Iron Curtain fell, all of the West rejoiced that the East would become just as free as the West. It was never supposed to be the other way around. — Rick Falkvinge

There is no foreground or background, only a continuity of interlacing relationships — Lyonel Feininger

The most beautiful landscape cannot hold my fascinated attention as much as nature by the seaside and all that is connected with water. — Lyonel Feininger

The property of the people belongs to the people. To take it from them by taxation cannot be justified except by urgent public necessity. Unless this principle be recognized our country is no longer secure, our people no longer free. — Calvin Coolidge

Where I used to strive for movement and restlessness I now attempt to sense and express the complete total calm of objects and the surrounding air. — Lyonel Feininger

Attitude is something that comes to your rescue when you're looking for help from external sources. — Sachin Kumar Puli

There's danger in feeling," Tess murmured. Although she could not begin to imagine what kind of pain Dante carried within him, she felt a kinship growing between them. Both alone, both adrift in their worlds. "I don't want to feel anything for you, Dante."
"God, Tess. I don't want to feel anything for you either. — Lara Adrian

What we did and who we were are just dregs compared to who we are now and how we act when the sword is coming down. — Rachel Aaron

His eyes darkened. His hands slid up to her shoulders. She leaned into him as he pulled her towards him. It started so gently. Soft. Delicate. Celeste leant closer. The kiss deepened. she could feel the damp of his shirt and the heat of his skin beneath it. A drop of perspiration trickled down between her breasts, and she felt a sharp twist of pure desire. — Marguerite Kaye