A Dream of Mind Quotes
A Dream of Mind
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C.K. Williams61 ratings, 3.69 average rating, 7 reviews
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“I'd believed that art was everything, the final resolution of all my insecurity and strivings. / Now I realized that in attempting to create a character in art, someone who would live for art, / I'd turned away from something in myself, some lapse I hadn't glimpsed, and, more shocking still, / I knew that architecture, poetry, and painting weren't the self-containing glories I'd imagined, / but that they, too, could have evasions lurking in them, grievous cosmic flinchings from reality. / Art wasn't everything, nothing could be everything, but more crucially, art needed you:”
― A Dream of Mind
― A Dream of Mind
“I'd believed that art was everything, the final resolution of all my insecurity and strivings. / Now I realized that in attempting to create a character in art, someone who would life for art, / I'd turned away from something in myself, some lapse I hadn't glimpsed, and, more shocking still, / I knew that architecture, poetry, and painting weren't the self-containing glories I'd imagined, / but that they, too, could have evasions lurking in them, grievous cosmic flinchings from reality. / Art wasn't everything, nothing could be everything, but more crucially, art needed you:”
― A Dream of Mind
― A Dream of Mind
“I'd believed that art was everything, the final resolution of all my insecurity and strivings.
Now I realized that in attempting to create a character in art, someone who would life for art,
I'd turned away from something in myself, some lapse I hadn't glimpsed, and, more shocking still,
I knew that architecture, poetry, and painting weren't the self-containing glories I'd imagined,
but that they, too, could have evasions lurking in them, grievous cosmic flinchings from reality.
Art wasn't everything, nothing could be everything, but more crucially, art needed you:”
― A Dream of Mind
Now I realized that in attempting to create a character in art, someone who would life for art,
I'd turned away from something in myself, some lapse I hadn't glimpsed, and, more shocking still,
I knew that architecture, poetry, and painting weren't the self-containing glories I'd imagined,
but that they, too, could have evasions lurking in them, grievous cosmic flinchings from reality.
Art wasn't everything, nothing could be everything, but more crucially, art needed you:”
― A Dream of Mind
