Paints Quotations | Page 2

What is true for one relationship, for one painting, is not true for another... each possesses its own strange inevitability that resists us and we can never finally know what it is we are doing until the work is finished... It is as if the picture paints itself through us, the story tells itself through us, has a larger existence of which we know nothing.

If this blows up, it could usher a period of economic weakening and political instability. This development paints a desperate and hopeless picture of the Philippines.

He wasn't this thing that everybody always paints him to be. He wasn't a devil who got with Dave Matthews and changed everything. He's just a dude. He's completely natural. That threw me off and got me so excited.

Never will one piece be the same as another, even if the wood used is of the same variety, the final product will always be different. The tonality, marks of time and paints that were used on the wood, when it was painted for the first or second time, is what gives personality to the furniture.

God's unearthly grace and immeasurable love for us is the heartbeat of this whole record. This is a story of hope and redemption, one that paints a brutally and beautifully honest picture of what it is to really live by faith.

Merck is taking the position that they are going to fight every one of these cases and we're going to do the same. The case only gets stronger and stronger. It paints a darker and darker picture over what Merck did.

The March Beige Book paints a clear picture of an economy straining at the seams. Significantly, compared to recent Beige Books, there was more detail, and a more worrying tone, to the comments on the labor market.

The paints don't have any formaldehyde in them.

She was an enthusiastic painter of oils and watercolors. She was also very generous. I could mess with her paints and brushes all I wanted. On one condition: that I kept my brushes clean. The only art lesson my mother gave me was how to wash my brushes.

But these are days we dream about, when the sunlight paints us goldAnd this apartment could not be prettier as we danced up there alone