Pablo Quotes
I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.
Age only matters when one is aging. Now that I have arrived at a great age, I might as well be twenty.
The Truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool., the expert in solitary confinement.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
A picture is not thought out and settled beforehand. While it is being done it changes as one's thoughts change.
For the past eighty years I have started each day in the same manner... I go to the piano, and I play preludes and fugues of Bach... It is a sort of benediction on the house.
No, painting is not interior decoration. It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.
Success is dangerous. One begins to copy oneself, and to copy oneself is more dangerous than to copy others. It leads to sterility.
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does not speak. I could not comprehend its tongue; its silence...
It is the object which aroused the artist, stimulated his ideas and set of his emotions. These ideas and emotions will be imprisoned in his work for good.
You mustn't always believe what I say. Questions tempt you to tell lies, particularly when there is no answer.
I never calculate. That is why those who do, calculate so much less accurately than I.
In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.
I paint the way someone bites his fingernails; for me, painting is a bad habit because I don't know nor can I do anything else.
And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.
Nothing can be done without solitude. I've created my own solitude which nobody suspects
I don't know in advance what I am going to put on canvas any more than I decide beforehand what colours I am going to use.
To me there is no past or future in art. If a work of art does not live in the present, it must not be considered at all.
It is a well-known fact that we see the faults in other's works more readily than we do in our own.
Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.
Beauty? To me it is a word without sense because I do not know where its meaning comes from nor where it leads to.
Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.
There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun