Primitive Painters Quotes & Sayings

To lead a successful life, then, it's a good idea to work out what you really want. Then get together some plans. Then set some goals. — John C. Parkin

It is a sign of contraction of the mind when it is content, or of weariness. A spirited mind never stops within itself; it is always aspiring and going beyond its strength. — Michel De Montaigne

By all but the pathologically romantic, it is now recognized that this is not the age of the small man. — John Kenneth Galbraith

Many addictions can be far more dangerous than addiction to drugs. The addiction to power ... — M. Scott Peck

Zen teaches nothing; it merely enables us to wake up and become aware. It does not teach, it points. — D.T. Suzuki

If you have no will to change it, you have no right to criticize it. — Mark Twain

I hear they feed you in Sing Sing," Evie muttered. "Three squares a day."
"Evangeline," Will said with a sigh. "Charity begins at home."
"So does mental illness. — Libba Bray

Virgil had read once that Grandma Moses was a primitive painter because she thought snow was white. The writer said if you really looked at it, snow was hardly ever white. It mostly was a gentler version of the color of the sky - blue, gray, orange in the evenings and mornings, often with purple shadows. When he looked, sure enough, the guy was right, and Grandma Moses had her head up her ass. — John Sandford

Temperament is the primary requisite for the critic - a temperament exquisitely susceptible to beauty, and to the various impressions that beauty gives us. — Oscar Wilde

The men and women of America's homeland security apparatus do important work to protect us, and Republicans and Democrats in Congress should not be playing politics with that. — Barack Obama

Human beings cannot endure the geological chaos they encounter under the soil of their own gardens. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sebastian closed his eyes, his chin sinking toward his chest. How long he'd been trapped by those words, afraid to scare her away. How long he'd hoped that after she dealt with Ian's ghost she would one day turn to him. Her confession of her relationship with Ian while they sat in the tree had been one step, her willingness to let him pleasure her another, and yet still it wasn't enough. He wanted everything: her trust, her joy, her heart, her vulnerability. — Ashley March

The need to make music, and to listen to it, is universally expressed by human beings. I cannot imagine, even in our most primitive times, the emergence of talented painters to make cave paintings without there having been, near at hand, equally creative people making song. It is, like speech, a dominant aspect of human biology. — Lewis Thomas