A Quote by Camille Claudel

You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself. — © Camille Claudel
You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself.
In film, we sculpt time, we sculpt behavior and we sculpt light.
In film, we sculpt time, we sculpt behaviour and we sculpt light.
I notice her blouse has pulled out of her skirt in the back again and force myself to stay calm. "Tuck your tail in, little duck," I say, smoothing the blouse back in place. Prim giggles and give me a small "Quack." "Quack yourself," I say with a light laugh. The kind only Prim can draw out of me.
Write injuries in dust, benefits in marble.
Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!
Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.
The thing I like most in my kitchen is my marble counters. Everybody said not to use marble because it's fragile, it stains, it cracks, and it doesn't remain beautiful. But I love marble.
I'm conflicted because I like being in deserts. I find them sort of cleansing, but there's another part of me that hates dust. And I particularly hate dust in cars, so it's a huge conflict going on there.
A busy man is someone who doesn't find 24 hours enough to do his work. But for me, even after I finish my work, I find a lot of time for myself.
I used to be pretty hard on myself, like, if I didn't like a haircut I did on someone, I would think about it a lot and second-guess myself. But after therapy and a lot of work, I know how to dust myself off a lot faster, and those things don't knock me down as much as they used to.
I like to wear more traditional work outfits like pants and a blouse, but I want the blouse to have something that is a little bit different and interesting - like with some studs on it or a little bit of lace. I want to feel comfortable and confident and don't want to have to think too much about what I wear every day.
Have you ever heard sculptors say that they don’t actually sculpt an object; they sculpt away everything that isn’t the object?
I love a blouse that's dumb. I love to use the word 'dumb.' It's not knowing, and the word 'blouse' is so out of fashion that I love it - 'a blouse that's dumb.'
A pitcher never gets me out. I get myself out. That's no disrespect to the pitcher, but there should be no excuse for failure. You can't have an excuse to fail.
Write your injuries in dust, your benefits in marble.
[Requesting her epitaph to read this way:] Excuse my dust.
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