A Quote by Larry Gagosian

The sun never sets on my gallery. — © Larry Gagosian
The sun never sets on my gallery.
Death is like the setting of the sun. The sun never sets; life never ceases. ... we think the sun sets, and it never ceases shining; we think our friends die, and they never cease living.
When the sun sets, beautiful though it may be, billions of stars appear. The ego is but one sun. When that sun sets, there are endless suns, endless horizons beyond it.
The diurnal sun sets at night, but the sun of the heart never disappears.
When I stepped back from the gallery I was in a phase where I thought I wasn't going to be making work for a gallery context for a while. People were like, "You should never leave a gallery if you didn't have somewhere else to go," but I wasn't trying to disrespect the gallerists in that way.
There is no death! Death is very much like sunset. It is only an appearance. For, when the sun sets here, it rises elsewhere. In reality, the sun never sets. Likewise, death is only an illusion, an appearance. For, what is death here is birth elsewhere. For life is endless.
For the oppressed peoples and classes, for the peoples and workers who have taken control of their destiny, Marxism is a shining path, a sun of hope and certainty that never sets, a sun that is always at its zenith.
The sun never sets on a Hells Angels' patch.
The sun never sets on the immense empire of Charles V.
Death has nothing to do with going away.The sun sets The moon sets But they are not gone.
I toyed briefly with an image someone once mentioned to me, of a village in the shadow of a twin-peaked mountain. In the morning the sun rises. At lunch it sets behind the mountain. In the early afternoon it rises once more. The cocks crow for the second time, and later the sun sets again. No. One peak. Metaphors should not be belaboured.
When the sun sets, candle starts seeing itself like the sun!
Once winter sets in I must have the sun and warmth. I need to be in the sun - I'm a true island baby.
I am called The richest monarch in the Christian world; The sun in my dominion never sets.
The sun never sets. It is only an appearance due to the observer's limited perspective. And yet, what a sublime illusion it is.
The sun never sets on the British Empire. But it rises every morning. The sky must get awfully crowded.
Everyone should smile. Life really isn’t that serious. We make it hard. The sun rises. The sun sets. We just tend to complicate the process.
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