Quote by Andrew Wyeth
I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the

I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. – Andrew Wyeth

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I cant work completely out of my imagination. I must put my foot in a bit of truth and then I can fly free. – Andrew Wyeth

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Imagination
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Its all in how you arrange the thing… the careful balance of the design is the motion. – Andrew Wyeth

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design
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I surrendered to a world of my imagination, reenacting all those wonderful tales my father would read aloud to me. I became a very active reader, especially history and Shakespeare. – Andrew Wyeth

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Other Quotes from
Winter
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Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation. – Sinclair Lewis

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Winter

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to Literature, summer the tissues and blood. – John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866

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Winter

One of my current pet theories is that the winter is a kind of evangelist, more subtle than Billy Graham, of course, but of the same stuff. – Shirley Ann Grau

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Winter

How many lessons of faith and beauty we should lose, if there were no winter in our year! – Thomas Wentworth Higginson, “April Days,” 1861

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Winter

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Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar. – Pablo Picasso

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All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his. – Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895

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All history is incomprehensible without Christ. – Ernest Renan

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Poetry is an art, the easiest to dabble in, but the hardest to reach true excellence. – J. G. Stedman

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