Andrew Wyeth Quotes

The thing that makes me want to proceed and finish a song is when it really touches me and makes me feel something.

This is the emotional thing, you see - you must galvanize people, so they want to be completely alive and live forever, or the next thing to it. And out of that comes art, then, and survival through emotion.

Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand.

There is so much a man can tell you,So much he can say.You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain

I wonder whether my bleak-o-meter is set differently from other people's. I have such passion for what I do that I can't see it as bleak. When people use that word, or “grim” or “gritty,” I just think, “Oh, come on, look a bit deeper.” My films don't give you an easy ride. I can see that. The sense I get is that people have quite a physical experience with them. They feel afterwards that they've really been through something.

I remember being absolutely rocked to my core by how profoundly I could love another human being.

As regards my means of expression, I try my hardest to achieve the maximum of clarity, power, and plastic aggressiveness; a physical sensation to begin with, followed up by an impact on the psyche.

If the picture speaks to me, if it tells me something about myself, then I want it. Then I have to have it.

I don't have to come up with a ha-ha belly laugh every day, but drawings with warmth and love or ones that put a lump in the throat. That's more important to me than a laugh.

I think I'm drawn to writing about something which feels intense and important.

I feel like I'm creeping closer to finding the situation that triggers songwriting, which is obviously an extreme of an emotion.

I got the 'Max Rose' script, and I fell in love with it. It just hit me. It was something that needed to be made.

Music, to me, is something that connects to the soul.

This game will make you cry more often than not.

I dreamt that I could paint you with words, but there were no colors bright enough, black or white enough, blue or green enough...they didn't mean enough

All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart.

Great art has dreadful manners. The greatest paintings grab you in a headlock, rough up your composure, and then proceed in short order to re-arrange your reality.

The belief in poetry is a magnificent fury, or it is nothing.

In every painting a whole is mysteriously enclosed, a whole life of tortures, doubts, of hours of enthusiasm and inspiration.

There is a better chance of getting an exciting painting from a laboured study with texture than from a fine drawing without it.

At lucky moments this emanation could overwhelm the spectator in such a way, that because of all sorts of associations in his thinking, he could finally be taken to those areas which also had moved me so deeply and made me think I should draw the attention of others to it.

I am making things that inspire me with a profound emotion and I am trying to paint them honestly.

Those works whose ideal has not as much living reality and, as it were, personality as the beloved one or a friend had better remain unwritten. They would at least never become works of art.

Every artist has his or her struggle to work out in their work. The more powerful the struggle, the more persuasive the art.

The best in art and life comes from a center - something urgent and powerful, an idea or emotion that insists on its being. From that insistence, a shape emerges and creates its structure out of passion. If you begin with a structure, you have to make up the passion, and that's very hard to do.