Art Museum Quotes

“I've never been somewhere I belonged, but there are places where I think I could be happy. Like San Francisco. Well, do art museums count? Because I feel like I belong in them.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“I thought of the cool, fresh air of the city I'd always dreamed of living in. The art museums and trolleys and the mysterious fog that blanketed it. I could almost smell the cappuccinos I'd planned to drink in bohemian cafes or hear the indie music in the bookstores I would spend my free time in. I pictured the friends I'd make, my kindred art people, and the dorm room I was supposed to move into.”
― Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There

“Survival is a funny business, too. A losing game. Literally. They love us, and we lose them all. The ones who made us, the ones who gave us, the ones who sat down and played with us, the ones who held us, or just laid eyes on us. The ones who bought, traded, and sold us. Cleaned us, redeemed us, brought back the sheen on us. Loved us. Learned everything there is to know about us.”
― Christine Coulson, Metropolitan Stories

“In an art museum, you shall realise how banal and how ordinary the life outside!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“In an art museum, you shall realise how banal and how ordinary the life outside is!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Some curators are great scholars, others great exhibition makers, still others, superb collectors. It is rare to have a curator like Peter, who excels at all three.”
― Christine Coulson, Metropolitan Stories

“Flowers! Dozens of bunches of flowers against black backgrounds. Walls full of spring, captured in the Netherlands almost four hundred years ago according to the explanation on the wall. Tulips, red and yellow, solid and striped. Peonies and roses and irises. I felt gleeful at the wealth of color compared to the gloom outside. If I could, I would have bathed in the richness. I took out my phone and carefully snapped a few of the paintings for future tattoo inspiration.
Finally I let myself look at the painting Leo was studying. The bouquet was mostly blowsy pink and white flowers, peonies and roses, but then suddenly I saw the daffodils tucked into the heart of the arrangement, their trumpets yolk orange and their petals sunshine yellow. I involuntarily glanced down at the matching blossom on my forearm. They had been my mom's favorite flowers--- to her they'd represented joy and energy, sunshine and optimism.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In