Top 766 Quotes & Sayings by Robert Breault - Page 8

What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights.

It is seeing ourselves in others that often prompts the remark, 'There's something about that person I don't trust.

I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day.

Take no revenge that you have not pondered beneath a starry sky, or on a canyon overlook, or to the lapping of waves and the mewing of a distant gull.

A mom reads you like a book, and wherever she goes, people read you like a glowing book review.

What do we ask of friendship except to be taken for what we pretend to be - and without having to pretend.

Though confined to our destiny, we do get to pick the color scheme.

Are you an artist? Look about you. Is there a physical tool whose use you have mastered, a part of your body that responds utterly to your control? Is your motive esthetic? If so, you are an artist. If not, you are probably a writer.

Sometimes, to pursue a new idea, the artist must forfeit his deposit on an old idea.

The artist's talent sits uneasy as an object of public acclaim, having been so long an object of private despair.

The average teacher explains complexity; the gifted teacher reveals simplicity.

The trouble with having a body is that people know it's where you hang out and you don't get any privacy.

Abstract art is a fundamental distrust of the theory of reality concocted by the eyes.

What we seek in the end is not unconditional love but a love for which we, uniquely in all the world, meet all the conditions.

The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.

The brain forgets much, but the lower back remembers everything.

The artist uses the talent he has, wishing he had more talent. The talent uses the artist it has, wishing it had more artist.

O, how much simpler things would be If eyes could paint or brush could see.

There is a language of love, which is to say, a truth that does not tell all and a lie that does not deceive.

I've been looking over the list of spring chores I made up last fall, and darned if they aren't fall chores, after all.

To trade a childhood wonder for a plausible explanation - is there a worst trade one makes in life?

A dog is much like a married man, obeying his master's voice for the sake of his master's touch.

Some say that true love is a mirage; seek it anyway, for all else is surely desert.

We realize we can't have everything, and so begins the mad dash to have everything else.

Man is the only animal who enjoys the consolation of believing in a next life; all other animals enjoy the consolation of not worrying about it.

Sometimes to do the right thing, we must keep a promise we never made.

It's sad when two people who could never part without a kiss come to the point where they never part and so never kiss.

Love is the greatest touch-up artist of all.

Today's Multiple Choice Thought There is no place where a loving touch so completely compensates for an unskilled hand as in: a. the bedroom b. the nursery c. the garden

It's a nasty divorce when they can't agree on how to divvy up the His and Hers towels.

A parent's love is whole, no matter how many times divided.

We gain no easier advantage than by relentlessly pursuing our goal while others pursue an advantage.

An art critic is someone who appreciates art, except for any particular piece of art.

Every great painting is left incomplete at the point where its completion is obvious.

At my age, you not only have bittersweet memories, you make bittersweet plans.

Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.

Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden.

A holiday cocktail party is where some stranger will learn more about you in an hour than your spouse has learned in a lifetime.

Sometimes I wonder — if I were drop-dead handsome, and every woman I met actually dropped dead, would I ever get tired of it?

Seize every opportunity along the way, for how sad it would be if the road you chose became the road not taken.

Lovers needn't always agree, anymore than poetry need always rhyme.

Dare to turn life on its end, and you may find that topsy-turvy is a truer perspective than turvy-topsy.

Before you pledge your undying love to someone, make them promise they won't die.

If you can wear the hard times of your life as furrows on your brow, you can wear the good times as a twinkle in your eye.

Sometimes an answer not yet blowin' in the wind is stirring in the breeze.

As a gardener, I'm among those who believe that much of the evidence of God's existence has been planted.

It is a perversely human perception that animals in their native habitat are running wild.

A painting is what you make of it, besides which, 'Moon, Weeping' has a better ring to it than 'Paintbrush, Dripping.

When I am gone, my love, do not look for me in the places we used to go to together. Look for me in the places we always planned to go to together.

We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

There is no actual law that says that a person of inner beauty cannot also maintain an appearance.

Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.

A true friend sees past your excuses to the real reason it's not your fault.

Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.

Man will have replicated his own intelligence not when he teaches a computer to reason but when he teaches a computer to have a nagging feeling in its circuits.

There are days in retirement that are the waking equivalent of a dreamless sleep, if you know what I mean.

We are each of us born into the arms of mortality, the Lord recognizing our need to be held.

The first assumption of an art critic is that the artist meant to paint something else.

First God created time; then God created man that man might, in the course of time, perfect himself; then God decided that He'd better create eternity.

For every person who atones, a hundred others find regret sufficient.