Malaxima

“She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.”
― Pablo Picasso

“How’s my mom? My mother’s well, like a painting—a Motherwell.”
― Jarod Kintz, This is the best book I've ever written, and it still sucks

“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.”
― Vincent Willem van Gogh