Salvador Dalí Quotes

My mother's death supervened, and this was the greatest blow I had experienced in my life. I worshipped her... I could not resign myself to the loss of a being on whom I counted to make invisible the unavoidable blemishes of my soul.” — Salvador Dalí, The Secret Life of Salvador Dalí

Gotovo nikada nismo imali novca i živeli smo tajno obuzeti brigom zbog toga....Sažaljenje bližnjega ubija. Snaga, govorila je Gala, ne leži u tome da se izazove sažaljenje, več postiđenost. Mogli smo da umremo od gladi, niko to nikada ne bi znao.

We know today that form is always the product of an inquisitorial process of matter – the specific reaction of matter when subjected to the terrible coercion of space choking it on all sides, pressing and squeezing it out, producing the swellings that burst form it life to the exact limits of the rigorous contours of its own originality of reaction.

- the 29th/Because of a very long fart, really a very long, and let us be frank, melodious fart, that I produced when I woke up, I was reminded of Michel de Montaigne. (DG p. 60)

It is with Millet's 'Angelus' that I associate all the pre-twilight and twilight memories of my childhood, regarding them as the most delirious, in other words (commonly speaking) poetic.. .Most frequently, at the end of summer days, I would leave the streets of the town and go to the fields to listen to the sounds of insects and plunge into infinite reveries.

An elegant woman is a woman who despises you and has no hair under her arms.

Everyone should eat hashish, but only once.

Don't bother about being modern. Unfortunately it is the one thing that, whatever you do, you cannot avoid.

„Obaveštavajte me sigurno o svom radu, zasad su vaše slike isuviše zbrkane i nedostaje im pečat ličnosti. Radite! Radite! Treba sačekati razvoj vaših nesumnjivih kvaliteta. Nadam se da ću jednog dana moć da se vama pozabavim“ –pismo Pjera Leba, Pariz,1926

ايتها الذاكرة الدءوب, ساعة حياتي المرنة.. ههل تعرفينني؟

Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.

მე მექნება ბოლოებში წაწვეტებული, იმპერიალისტური, ზერაციონალისტური, ვერტიკალური მისტიციზმის, და ვერტიკალური ესპანური სინდიკატების მსაგავსად ზეცისკენ აშვერილი ულვაშები

Bread has always been one of the oldest subjects of fetishism and obsession in my work, the first and the one to which I have remained the most faithful. I painted the same subject 19 years ago 'Basket of Bread, 1929'. By making a very careful comparison of the two pictures, everyone can study all the history of painting right there, from the linear charm of primitivism to stereoscopic hyper-aestheticism.

It ['The Great Masturbator', 1929] represented a large head, yellow like wax, with very red cheeks, long eyelashes and an imposing nose compressed against the ground. This face had no mouth, and in place of the mouth an enormous lobster was hooked. The lobster's belly was decomposing and full of ants. Some of these ants were scurrying through the space that would have been occupied by the non-existent mouth of the great anguished face, whose head ended in 1900-style architecture and ornamentation. The title of the painting was The Great Masturbator.

July 1952/the 27th/This morning an exceptional defecation: two small turds in the shape of a rhinoceros horns. Such a scanty stool worries me. I would have thought the champagne, so alien to my routine, would have had a laxative effect. (DG p. 59)