Bob Marley
The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for. ― Bob Marley
Category: Artist
Vincent van Gogh
I have… a terrible need… shall I say the word?… of religion. Then I go out at night and paint the stars. —Vincent van Gogh
Tom Waits
We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. We are monkeys with money and guns. ― Tom Waits
Leonard Cohen
As I grew older, I understood that instructions came with this voice. What were these instructions? The instructions were never to lament casually. And if one is to express the great inevitable defeat that awaits us all, it must be done within the strict confines of dignity and beauty. — Leonard Cohen
Vincent van Gogh
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke. —Vincent van Gogh
Eugène Delacroix
…the outcome of my days is always the same; an infinite desire for what one never gets; a void one cannot fill; an utter yearning to produce in all ways, to battle against time that drags us along, and the distractions that throw a veil over our soul…….one works not only to produce art but… Continue reading Eugène Delacroix
Tom Waits
There’s no prayer like desire. — Tom Waits, from “Black Market Baby,” Mule Variations. (1999)
Gregory Alan Isakov
Where were you when I was still kind? — Gregory Alan Isakov, from “Master & A Hound,” This Empty Northern Hemisphere (2009)
Egon Schiele
In Vienna there are shadows. The city is black and everything is done by rote. I want to be alone. I want to go to the Bohemian Forest. May, June, July, August, September, October. I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.… Continue reading Egon Schiele
Yumi Sakugawa
Most of the time, the universe speaks to us very quietly … in pockets of silence, in coincidences, in nature, in forgotten memories, in the shape of clouds, in moments of solitude, in small tugs at our hearts. — Yumi Sakugawa
The Vale of Soul-Making 