For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.

I am a believer and a conformist.

Often pagans, with their eyes wide open, do not see very clearly.

The artist discards all theories, both his own and those of others. He forgets everything when he is in front of his canvas.

The conscience of an artist worthy of the name is like an incurable disease which causes him endless torment but occasionally fills him with silent joy.

Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart. The way of feeling, of understanding, of loving; the way of seeing the country, the faces that your father saw, that your mother knew. The rest is chimerical.

A tree against the sky possesses the same interest, the same character, the same expression as the figure of a human.

For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.

The richness of the world, all artificial pleasures, have the taste of sickness and give off a smell of death in the face of certain spiritual possessions.

My only objective is to paint a Christ so moving that those who see him will be converted.

Subjective artists are one-eyed, but objective artists are blind.

You are not here merely to make a living. You are here in order to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand.

I took Laura on a trip once where we followed the Immigrant Trail for about six hundred miles. She really learned a lesson. People forget too often how it was back then.

My biggest loss was the Olympics. I just can't forget losing. I never will.

Yes, but don't forget I also have the luxury of the worlds finest band when it gets lonely.

It's part of the calling to at least do a few songs in the show that give people some hope. There's so much hurt in this world and... music is such a great healing balm and a great way to forget your troubles.

Countries under foreign command quickly forget their history, their past, their tradition, their national symbols, their way of living, often their own literary language.

Forget the lottery. Bet on yourself instead.

Don't forget that the only two things people read in a story are the first and last sentences. Give them blood in the eye on the first one.

It makes me forget that I'm not going to be a major star and lead female in films whether it was 20 years ago, 10 years ago, five or in the future.

What kind of people do they think we are? Is it possible they do not realize that we shall never cease to persevere against them until they have been taught a lesson which they and the world will never forget?

Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.

Seeking to forget makes exile all the longer; the secret of redemption lies in remembrance.

I think we typically, as Northerners, stereotype what the South is in so many negative ways. We kind of forget all the beautiful things that they contribute to make this country a country.

I must be careful not to get trapped in the past. That's why I tend to forget my songs.

When it's your chance to step up to the plate, just hit it out of the park, and everybody will forget about everything that came before.

I do not bring forgiveness with me, nor forgetfulness. The only ones who can forgive are dead; the living have no right to forget.

My focus is to forget the pain of life. Forget the pain, mock the pain, reduce it. And laugh.

I forget a book as soon as I finish writing it, which is not always a good thing.

Usually in a battle sequence when a bomb is going off, you forget you're acting.

Don't ever forget two things I'm going to tell you. One, don't believe everything that's written about you. Two, don't pick up too many checks.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

How quickly we forget God's great deliverances in our lives. How easily we take for granted the miracles he performed in our past.

And let us not forget the Social Security system. Recent studies show that undocumented workers sustain the Social Security system with a subsidy as much as $7 billion a year. Let me repeat that: $7 billion a year.

The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Perhaps it's more merciful to forget the dead instead of remembering them.

You mustn't forget the circumstances I have been brought up in, the little education I have had.

Never forget posterity when devising a policy. Never think of posterity when making a speech.

Mozart was a punk, which people seem to forget. He was a naughty, naughty boy.

These same people seem to forget that mother also took a lot of chances with the type of roles she played.

While only one day of the year is dedicated solely to honoring our veterans, Americans must never forget the sacrifices that many of our fellow countrymen have made to defend our country and protect our freedoms.

Groan and forget it.

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.

Jane Austen was writing about boring people with desperately limited lives. We forget this because we've seen too many of her books on screen.

The minute I forget to balance reality with the fantasy, I'm going back to Virginia.

These days, there are a great many books about childhood trauma and its effects, but at the time all the experts agreed that one should forget about it as quickly as possible and pick up where you left off.

Frank Sinatra taught me how to do him. It took me seven years to master him. He would tell me, tap your foot, Rich, and don't forget to grasp your sleeve.

We have perhaps a natural fear of ends. We would rather be always on the way than arrive. Given the means, we hang on to them and often forget the ends.