Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.
— Lemony Snicket (via langleav)
I suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. I know at least that I miss you damnably: that is a good fixed star. I do, Virginia; and would rather be hurt by that, and have something solid to hold on to, than flounder in a quicksand that never bruises but only smothers.
— Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 9 February 1927 (via courcel)
Artist are sometimes asked, why do you paint ugly and not beautiful things? The questioner rarely hesitates in his judgment of what is beautiful and what is ugly. This with him is a foregone conclusion. Beauty he thinks is a settled fact. His conception also is that beauty rests in the subject, not in the expression.
He should, therefore, pay high for Rembrandt’s portrait of a gentleman, and turn with disgust from a beggar by Rembrandt. Fortunately Rembrandt is old enough not to have this happen, an the two, the gentleman and the beggar, flank each other on the walls in fine places. But the lesson has not been learned.
The idea still remains, that beauty rests in the subject.
— Robert Henri- The Art Spirt (via visualamor)