Please DO waste art materials. Use paper. Empty paint jars. Deplete pens. if it's teaching you stuff, it's not being wasted.
Some say the glass is half full and blush, Some say it’s half empty and sink, I feel you are in the midst of, reaching out for another awesome drink!
I soon became convinced... that all the theorizing would be empty brain exercise and therefore a waste of time unless one first ascertained what the population of the universe really consists of.
At one time Tribune Syndicate emptied out their storeroom. They put tables full of original cartoons down in the lobby and said take one if you want one. The comics were simply a burden to them.
Bobbie Joe: [pointing to an *empty* room] It's in there... Ash: We'll all go in together. Jake: Hell no! You're the curious one!
Gas station attendant: Do you need any gas, Father? [the empty fuel gauge fills the screen just as Benjamin drives off]
Gertrude Stein: We all fear death and question our place in the universe. The artist's job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.
Man #4: [Burst out of the bathroom with his gun] Die you motherfuckers! [He empties his entire gun, hitting nothing but air]
Jack Torrance: [disappointed at finding the bar empty] God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my goddamned soul for just a glass of beer.
Martha: I hope that was an empty bottle, George! You can't afford to waste good liquor, not on YOUR salary!
I couldn't imagine what it's like to be a journalist talking about music. You're left with empty descriptions; you probably have to make up a sort of weird cocktail of band influences and references to other music to get your point across.
As I sit down and start to work, I often panic. I stare at the empty piece of music paper. How can I say that my piece will be ready for performance next January when I do not have a recipe for making it happen?
Although my marriage left me with three beautiful children, it also left me with a healthy dose of self-doubt, low self-esteem, and an extreme desire to be loved again. I was operating on empty, expecting to be paid in full.
Little John: It'll take all the deer in Sherwood Forest to fill that belly! Friar Tuck: And twice that to fill your empty head!
Behind this smile in my face Lies the dark shadow of emptiness Hiding from your eyes within my gaze Concealed with sham happiness.
I can spot empty flattery and know exactly where I stand. In the end it's really only my own approval or disapproval that means anything.
Just make as much money as you can, but try your best not to rob or get robbed, it will sweep all that you have and leave your hands empty.
I used to empty the studio out and throw stuff away. I now don't. There will be a whole series of dead ends that a year or two down the line I'll come back to.
A few people can understand the art, others just look at it and walk away. So what! Not all heads are packed with brain, some of them are accommodating emptiness.
Because, in an empty bedroom with creaky old wood floors, it is a natural human response to just stand there and shift your weight from foot to foot, and think about sex.
I'm not a fast writer at all. I come empty and wait upon the Lord. So it really is all a waiting process, a patient process.
