Varady Email Quotes & Sayings

Painting is a medium in which the mind can actualize itself; it is a medium of thought. Thus painting, like music, tends to become its own content. — Robert Motherwell

Listen, my dear Cors, why don't you forgive God for allowing pain? If He didn't allow it, human courage, bravery, nobility, and self-sacrifice would all be meaningless things. — Walter M. Miller Jr.

I used to wonder about the fake pictures that came in frames you buy at the store - ladies with smooth brown hair and show-me smiles, grapefruit-headed babies on their sibling's knees - people who in real life probably were strangers brought together by a talent scout to be a phony family.

Maybe it's not so different from real photos, after all. — Jodi Picoult

Ah me! Love can not be cured by herbs. — Ovid

Your impulses are your closest communication with your inner self, because in the waking state they are the spontaneous urgings toward action, rising from that deep inner knowledge of yourself that you have in dreams. — Seth

Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate? — Jean Racine

Love has been taken away from the poets, and has been brought within the domain of true science. It may prove to be one of the great cosmic elementary forces. When the atom of hydrogen draws the atom of chlorine towards it to form the perfected molecule of hydrochloric acid, the force which it exerts may be intrinsically similar to that which draws me to you. Attraction and repulsion appear to be the primary forces. This is attraction. — Arthur Conan Doyle

There is this to be said in favor of drinking, that it takes the drunkard first out of society, then out of the world. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

It is God's kindness to terrify you in order to lead you to safety. — Rumi

Unfortunately, mental health is so misunderstood that some people think you have to be crazy to need to speak to a therapist. — Nicole Curtis

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands ... — John Geddes