Popkovina Quotes & Sayings

I asked Geertrui the other day what she thought love is-real love, true love. She said that for her real love is observing another person and being observed by another person with complete attention. If she's right, you only have to look at the pictures Rembrandt painted of Titus, and there are quite a lot, to see that they loved each other. Because that is what you're seeing. Complete attention, one of the other ... "but in that case," he said, speaking the words as the thought came to him, "all art is love, because all art is about looking closely, isn't it? Looking closely at what's being painted."
"The artist looking closely while he paints, the viewer looking closely at what has been painted. I agree. All true art, yes. Painting, Writing-literature-also. I think it is. And bad art is a failure to observe with complete attention. So, you see why I like the history of art. It's the study of how to observe life with complete attention. It's the history of love. — Aidan Chambers

You couldn't find your dick in the dark, you scheming, sleaze-mongering scumwad. — Nenia Campbell

The ever relentless — Nathaniel Hawthorne

Out of anger comes controversy, out of controversy comes conversation, out of conversation comes action. — Tupac Shakur

Seattle isn't known for a particular production sound, so that leaves a lot of great producers in Seattle doing kind of their own thing. And I think, for me, I was probably enough removed from hip-hop that my style was even a little bit weirder than that. — Ryan Lewis

The Blair government has lowered the standing of politics and politicians in our country. — Kenneth Clarke

Love Conquers All — Virgil

Counterfactual conditionals are always true, because the premise is false. But I was there that day, so now I am where I am. — Umberto Eco

NASA was going to pick a public school teacher to go into space, observe and make a journal about the space flight, and I am a teacher who always dreamed of going up into space. — Christa McAuliffe

Regrets and Mistakes, they're Memories made — Adele