Serge Gainsbourg
The love that we will never make together is the most beautiful, the most violent, the most pure, the most heady. – Serge Gainsbourg Advertisements
Category: Painter
Edvard Munch
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and this is eternity. — Edvard Munch
Egon Schiele
Taste redness, smell lulling white winds, look at it in the universe: sun. Gaze at stars yellow and glittering till you feel good and have to shut out the blinking. Brainworlds sparkle in your caves. — Egon Schiele, from “sun,” Ich ewiges Kind (I, Eternal Child). Gedichte, Vienna/Munich (2) 1985. p. 24
Leonardo da Vinci
Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return. — Leonardo da Vinci
Edvard Munch
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity. — Edvard Munch
Wassily Kandinsky
Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering out of a puddle in the street… Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks. ― Wassily Kandinsky
Vincent van Gogh
Someday death will take us to another star. — Vincent van Gogh
