Pablo Quotes
A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.
How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?
Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist summit, drops of when and how, vague comings and goings: between lips and lips as along a shore of sand and glass the wind passes.
And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.
Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?
Rhythm is a perception of time... when drawing, the tiredness of the hand is a rhythm.
When I paint a woman in an armchair, the armchair is there to show illness and death-or as a protection.
I put in my pictures everything I like. So much the worse for the things - they have to get along with one another.
Forcing yourself to use restricted means is the sort of restraint that liberates invention. It obliges you to make a kind of progress that you can't even imagine in advance.
The artist spends the first part of his life with the dead, the second with the living, and the third with himself.
All children paint like geniuses. What do we do to them that so quickly dulls this ability?
People want Art. And they are given it. But the less Art there is in painting the more painting there is.
There are chemists who spend their whole lives trying to find out what's in a lump of sugar. I want to know one thing. What is color?
The connoisseur of painting gives only bad advice to the painter. For that reason I have given up trying to judge myself.
It's insane how many Roman coins are being found! It's as if all Romans had holes in their pockets. They sowed coins wherever they went. Even in the fields. Maybe to grow money . . .
I must keep on trying, just to keep the experiment going until I get tired of it all. Even if the last result is not necessarily the best, I stop when my interest in the problem wanes.
The only thing that's important is the legend created by the picture, and not whether it continues to exist itself.
What a trade! Poor painters! They always wish to be understood, and they are analysed instead.
We can see the light but we are still inside the tunnel, ... We have not been able to get to all the communities.
They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.
If there were only one truth, you couldn't paint a hundred canvases on the same theme.
My whole life I had seen my father solve every problem he had through the use of violence.
Any revolution which denies the right to criticize is bound to wallow in stagnation and backwardness.
Don’t be vain because you happen to have talent. You are not responsible for that; it was not of your doing. What you do with your talent is what matters.
In the nineties, it was all women being blonde and from Sweden. But now it's changed: it's all men looking like Ellen DeGeneres.
When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.
Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don't belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride?
