Primavera Botticelli Quotes & Sayings

Seems to me that there is a fine line between insanity and dedication ... I call that line commitment — Jeremy Aldana

As an artist, I identify with Sandro Botticelli. We know him as the man who painted Primavera and The Birth Of Venus. The goddesses and ancient subjects he chose represented virtues which were meant to inspire people. Then he went through a dark phase when he was listening to the sermons of Savonarola, who preached against the worldly pleasures of the Renaissance. But Botticelli's works live on, inspiring people to this day. Five hundred years after his death, he still has thousands of fans! — Mary Pope Osborne

Either they're trying to con you or they're trying to con themselves. — Warren Buffett

The crisis you have to worry about most is the one you don't see coming. — Mike Mansfield

You can't live on nothing." "I can live on sunlight falling across little bridges. I can live on the Botticelli-blue cornflower pattern on the out-billowing garments of the attendant to Aphrodite and the pattern of strawberry blossoms and the little daisies in the robe of Primavera. I can live on the doves flying (he says) in cohorts from the underside of the faded gilt of the balcony of Saint Mark's cathedral and the long corridors of the Pitti Palace. I can gorge myself on Rome and the naked Bacchus and the face like a blasted lightning-blasted white birch that is some sort of Fury. — H.D.

Some of us are like a shovel brigade that follow a parade down Main Street cleaning up. — Donald T. Regan

It takes three to make a child. — E. E. Cummings

Most people who went about saying a ghost had poked them with a brolly would be locked up somewhere. — Pamela Stephenson

The truth was Alberta only knew what she did not want. She had no idea what she did want. And not knowing brought unrest and a giddy sensation under her heart. She existed like a negative of herself, and this flaw was added to all the others.
To get away, out into the world! Beyond this all details were blurred. She imagined somewhere open, free, bathed in sunshine. And a throng of people, none of them her relatives, none of whom could criticize her appearance and character, and to whom she was not responsible for being other than herself. — Cora Sandel