Your body is a temple but only if you treat it as one. – Terri Guillemets
The mind can cook up very subtle syndromes to throw at our bodies. – Terri Guillemets
My body is a bulletin board, transmitting my condition. – Terri Guillemets
Beer is liquid frivolity. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
Fall, temperatures, fall, fall! Let the weather mellow and the year fall into peacefulness. – Terri Guillemets
If spring betrays the summer, would autumn never arrive? – Terri Guillemets
The sun tires of summer and sighs itself into autumn. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn bowed to place a beautiful crown on the Queen of Morning, and her velvet robes sway merrily in the chilly breeze. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn mornings: sunshine and crisp air, birds and calmness, year’s end and day’s beginnings. – Terri Guillemets
There ought to be a way to combine “autumn” and “morning” into one word, the combination of the two is special enough to be its own entity. – Terri Guillemets
When painting, an artist must take care not to trap his soul in the canvas. – Terri Guillemets
An artist must be careful not to throw his ideas out with the trash. – Terri Guillemets
Behind unfinished art cries an unfinished artist. – Terri Guillemets
Art is the struggle to understand. – Terri Guillemets
A man and his art are like a fool and his king. – Terri Guillemets
If one looks closely enough, one can see angels in every piece of art. – Terri Guillemets
Art is when you hear a knocking from your soul — and you answer. – Terri Guillemets
O’ pumpkin pie, your time has come ’round again and I am autumnrifically happy! – Terri Guillemets
Autumn binds poetry in its own withered leaves. – Terri Guillemets
