Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.
Oscar WildeRead
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Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.
[Mrs. Allen was] never satisfied with the day unless she spent the chief of it by the side of Mrs. Thorpe, in what they called conversation, but in which there was scarcely ever any exchange of opinion, and not often any resemblance of subject, for Mrs. Thorpe talked chiefly of her children, and Mrs. Allen of her gowns.
There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.
Sentences must stir in a book like leaves in a forest, each distinct from each despite their resemblance.
I think the devil doesn't exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.
When she looked at him now, she couldn't help thinking that the man he had become bore so little resemblance to the boy he had been. His smile was the only piece of baggage he had carried with him from boyhood into manhood.
Now I began to understand art as a kind of black box the reader enters. He enters in one state of mind and exits in another. The writer gets no points just because what's inside the box bears some linear resemblance to "real life" -- he can put whatever he wants in there. What's important is that something undeniable and nontrivial happens to the reader between entry and exit.
Being made merely in the image of God but not otherwise resembling him enough to be mistaken by anybody but a very near sighted person.
The passive American consumer, sitting down to a meal of pre-prepared food, confronts inert, anonymous substances that have been processed, dyed, breaded, sauced, gravied, ground, pulped, strained, blended, prettified, and sanitized beyond resemblance to any part of any creature that ever lived. The products of nature and agriculture have been made, to all appearances, the products of industry. Both eater and eaten are thus in exile from biological reality.
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