Matsys Inc Quotes & Sayings

Beneath that arch of unmoved and eternal lights: some, so remote from this little earth that the learned tell us it is doubtful whether their rays have been yet discovered it, as a point in space where anything is suffered or done: the shadows of the night were broad and black. — Charles Dickens

Because Elvis gave 'em cars, you think I'm cheap. — Joni Mitchell

My co-workers expect me to be late and temperamental. — Eva Gabor

For when a box is shut, you cannot tell what it might contain, so you might as well say it contains everything, because, really, it could contain anything, see? But when you open it, you affect what is inside. Observing something changes it, that's a law, nothing to be done. — Catherynne M Valente

So what we are right now is a pair of dickweeds in a hotel room in Sydney. My life is royally fucked up right now and from where I'm sitting, your life is even bloody worse. — Dave Gorman

Concrete breathes sun's heat. — Cameron Conaway

The United States always seems to have a way of playing the international cop of the world. — Jason Medina

I looked as appropiate as a Moonie at a Baptist picnic, but I rode trough the land of the power tie and tightened sphincter to Eden Park. — Warren Moore

LIGHT FROM WITHIN my friend, cancer got you damn it: you had it beat for seven years at least. how did it come back? Why all that pain. again. and you, such a fighter you fought me over and over with tears and words and promises. you fought for me with honesty and a light so bright it hurts my heart. sweet lorna. at peace now finally no more battles, just light from within a flickering candle in the dark burns with you. — Wallace Stevens

I want nothing more than to touch the earth and leave what I hope will one day be a landmark. — Sai Marie Johnson

Art, not less eloquently than literature, teaches her children to venerate the single eye. Remember Matsys. His representations of miser-life are breathing. A forfeited bond twinkles in the hard smile. But follow him to an altar-piece. His Apostle has caught a stray tint from his usurer. Features of exquisite beauty are seen and loved; but the old nature of avarice frets under the glow of devotion. Pathos staggers on the edge of farce. — Robert Aris Willmott