Pablo Quotes
They'll sell you thousands of greens. Veronese green and emerald green and cadmium green and any sort of green you like; but that particular green, never.
Everyone wants to understand art. Why not try to understand the song of a bird? ...people who try to explain pictures are usually barking up the wrong tree.
By amusing myself with all these games, all this nonsense, all these picture puzzles, I became famous... I am only a public entertainer who has understood his time.
Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe; a moment that never was before and never will be again.
If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse... but surely you will see the wildness!
The first half of life is learning to be an adult-the second half is learning to be a child.
One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite - that particular peach is but a detail.
...art is something subversive. It's something that should not be free. Art and liberty, like the fire of Prometheus, are things that one must steal, to be used against the established order.
Cubism is not a reality you can take in your hand. It's more like a perfume, in front of you, behind you, to the sides, the scent is everywhere but you don’t quite know where it comes from.
I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.
Painting is a blind man's profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.
He can who thinks he can, and he can't who thinks he can't. This is an inexorable, indisputable law.
The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.
Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not.
God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant and the cat. He has no real style, He just goes on trying other things.
People want to find a 'meaning' in everything and everyone. That's the disease of our age...
Photographers, along with dentists, are the two professions never satisfied with what they do. Every dentist would like to be a doctor and inside every photographer is a painter trying to get out.
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body... and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
