Top 1200 Portrait Of Dorian Gray Quotes & Sayings - Page 3

Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.

I'm related to the portrait painter George Romney.

A letter is the portrait of the soul.

The true musician is attuned to a fairer harmony than that of the lyre... for he truly has in his own life a harmony of words and deeds arranged in the Dorian mode. Such a one makes me joyous with the sound of his voice, so eager am I in drinking in his words.

Every record is a portrait of the band at that time.

I just wear black and gray all the time. If you Google Image me, you'll just see a bunch of black and gray. It's simple. If I like a shirt, I'll buy six or eight of them, wear them back-to-back, and just wait for somebody to say something. 'That's the same shirt you wore yesterday.' 'Yeah, but this one is fresh.'

My work is a self-portrait of my mind, a prism of my convictions.

If I declare it to be so, then this is a portrait.

When I draw my caricature self-portrait, I always do a huge smile.

Life The machine The human soul A 75mm breech My portrait

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions.

There is no self-portrait of me.

My job as a portrait photographer is to seduce, amuse and entertain.

I love going to galleries, particularly the National Portrait Gallery.

A man's manners are a mirror in which he shows his portrait.

Everything I paint is a portrait, whatever the subject.

We only serve as a model for the portrait of our fame.

Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I have been easy with trees Too long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit. Now Suddenly This rain.

To be Despair. It is a portrait. Only close your eyes and feel.

In a portrait, I’m looking for the silence in somebody.

In a portrait, you always leave part of yourself behind.

In the business of portrait photography, one must combine the artist and the craftsman.

A remarkably revealing portrait.

A method of procuring sensations? Do you think then, that a man who has once committed a murder could possibly do the same crime again? Don't tell me that." says Dorian. "Oh! anything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often," says Lord Henry

People talk about ballroom, but they don't really understand the history. Crystal Labeija, Avis Pendavis, Paris Dupree, Pepper LaBeija, Dorian Corey. These were the women that really brought ballroom to life.

I also remember when I watched Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer [1990] at, like, age 15. That scared the crap out of me. Because it didn't operate inside the usual conventions of the horror genre in the way that I could accept. I can accept horny teenager counselors being murdered at camp. But I couldn't accept the derangement of Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, which was that anyone could be murdered at any moment - whole families, with no build-up music and no meaning. It terrified me.

Each person's work is always a portrait of himself.

A portrait is a painting with something wrong with the mouth.

A portrait is not made in the camera but on either side of it.

But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

Sometimes I spit on my mother's portrait for pleasure.

The portrait of my parents is a complicated one, but lovingly drawn.

With an 'advanced' artist, it's not now possible to make a portrait.

Many times I see you as a portrait of torture.

I have a portrait of Saint Thomas More in my office.

The person portrayed and the portrait are two entirely different things.

The smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall.

The landscape of any farm is the owner's portrait of himself.

[Alexander] Hamilton estimated portrait painters as thieves of time.

You have no idea what portrait painters suffer from the vanity of their sitters.

I've got a portrait in the Smithsonian. Who ever thought that would happen?

The dog is the perfect portrait subject. He doesn't pose. He isn't aware of the camera.

To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.

Everything?s fine,” I said, with a tight smile. “Kiyo was just giving me his latest explanation about how my son is a terror to be feared.” Dorian scoffed. “Little Thundro? A terror? Hardly, unless perhaps we?re discussing diapers.

Port Talbot is a steel town, where everything is covered with gray iron ore dust. Even the beach is completely littered with dust, it's just black. The sun was setting, and it was quite beautiful. The contrast was extraordinary, I had this image of a guy sitting there on this dingy beach with a portable radio, tuning in these strange Latin escapist songs like 'Brazil.' The music transported him somehow and made his world less gray.

Often sit alone happy happy Thoughts somewhat far gone gone Clouds circle mountain soft soft Wind through valley swish swish Ape in tree bounce bounce Bird in forest chirp chirp Time turns hair gray gray Winter is here sad sad

I stare at her chest. As she breathes, the rounded peaks move up and down like the swell of waves, somehow reminding me of rain falling softly on a broad stretch of sea. I'm the lonely voyager standing on deck, and she's the sea. The sky is a blanket of gray, merging with the gray sea off on the horizon. It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky. Between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

We've forgotten much. How to struggle, how to rise to dizzy heights and sink to unparalleled depths. We no longer aspire to anything. Even the finer shades of despair are lost to us. We've ceased to be runners. We plod from structure to conveyance to employment and back again. We live within the boundaries that science has determined for us. The measuring stick is short and sweet. The full gamut of life is a brief, shadowy continuum that runs from gray to more gray. The rainbow is bleached. We hardly know how to doubt anymore. (“The Thing”)

There are only two styles of portrait painting; the serious and the smirk.

This is a portrait of Iris Clert if I say so.

A portrait isn't a fact but an opinion - an occasion rather than a truth.

Every time I paint a portrait I lose a friend.

But the body fails us and the mirror knows, and we no longer insist that the gray hush be carried off its surface by the cloth, for we have run to fat, and wrinkles encircle the eyes and notch the neck where the skin wattles, and the flesh of the arms hangs loose like an overlarge sleeve, veins thicken like ropes and empurple the body as though they had been drawn there by a pen, freckles darken, liver spots appear, the hairah, the hair is exhausted and gray and lusterless, in weary rolls like cornered lint.

One is never satisfied with the portrait of a person that one knows.

A photographic portrait is a picture of someone who knows he is being photographed

To become imperceptible oneself, to have dismantled love in order to become capable of loving. To have dismantled one's self in order finally to be alone and meet the true double at the other end of the line. A clandestine passenger on a motionless voyage. To become like everybody else; but this, precisely, is a becoming only for one who knows how to be nobody, to no longer be anybody. To paint oneself gray on gray.

Jeanne, I fell asleep among the paintings, where I could sit for many days worshipping your portrait. I fell in love with your portrait, Jeanne, because it will never change. I have such a fear of seeing you grow old, Jeanne, I fell in love with an unchanging you that will never be taken away from me. I was wishing you would die, so that no one could take you away from me, and I would love the painting of you as you would look eternally.

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is in fact the gestation of a soul.

The treatment you permit reveals the portrait you have of yourself.

A family portrait is only complete with love to fill it's frame.