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Tall and skinny, with arms and legs sticking out at odd angles, as if [they] were made of drinking straws instead of flesh and bone.
I'm a soul in transition, and a soul in transition is formless.
The shapes we are creating are not abstract, they are absolute. They are released from any already existant thing in nature and their content lies in themselves.
And what is a girl without curves if not, well, a boy?
Just a man, with a face-shaped face,
They neither work nor weep; in their shape is their reason.
Art without technique is invertebrate, shapeless, characterless.
To change formlessness to form requires massive discrimination.
inert and seemingly lifeless.
Nothingness cannot be defined; the softest thing cannot be snapped.
Shape? Does a fog have shape? Does the twilight? Does the onset of darkness?
Shapes that contain no inner components of positive/negative relationships will function better with other shapes of the same nature.
I like shaped things. I like shape in things, and I do overshape things, it's true.
There is no deformity But saves us from a dream.
I have been a multitude of shapes, Before I assumed a consistent form.
As I already explaned, I don't have any form. I'm a conceptual metaphysical object.
You bore ne rigid.
Beauty: it curves, curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires.
A cat without a tail.
Sand, which didn't even have a form of it's own. Yet, not a single thing could stand against this shapeless, destructive power. The very fact that it had no form was doubtless the highest manifestation of its strenght, was it not?
If I am not grotesque, I am nothing.
Don't confuse deformed with cute.
We are characters - spoken and shaped down to the rhythms of the electrons in our toe fungus. But we are also active. We have been shaped in the Shaper's image.
The Shadow-maker shapes forever.
I was going to break from the inside out if he didn't bend me into nameless shapes
What we observe as material bodies and forces are nothing but shapes and variations in the structure of space.
The trouble is, writing the damn thing is like unscrewing your skull and pouring the contents of your brain into an empty tank. The tank has a shape, more or less - has more or less defined edges, a bottom and sides. But what it mostly has is volume: a hungry space I've somehow got to fill.
Thou lump of foul deformity!
The formless cannot be based on the form. The form needs to be based on the formless.
The belly has no ears.
When one has no form, one can be all forms.
Form is the shape of content ...
Since the design of the movement is paramount, shape, for me, should have no significance.
bhole whose form no man might see.
No imaginary judgments of form, The clouds Butterfat
Bodies are real entities. Surfaces and lines are but fictitious entities. A surface without depth, a line without thickness, was never seen by any man; no; nor can any conception be seriously formed of its existence.
Shape is a good part of the fig's delight.
The building blocks of Life are made up of shapes and spaces.
iconoclastically.
God shapes us with a hammer of pain on an anvil of duty. I cannot imagine what shape we will be when He is finished.
My ideas are a shapeless mass that my writing molds into beauty.
Our true buddha-nature has no shape. And the dust of affliction has no form.
If I lost weight, I'd be two-dimensional!
Our bodies look solid, but they arent. Were like a fountain. A fountain of water looks solid, but you can put your fingers right through it. Our bodies look like things, but theres no thingness to them.
It's only through form that we can realize emptiness
Even an abstract form has to have a likeness.
An image begins taking shape. Soon, however, it becomes diagonally deformed, like italics, and disappears like a flame blown out. Then the whole process starts again. The image strains to right itself. Trembling, it tries to give concrete form to something. But the image will not come together.
A logoless company is a faceless man
thin and elegant as a mantis
corner, an empty shell that is merely
Blessed are the flexible for they will not allow themselves to become bent out of shape!
Don't look for me in a human shape,
I am inside your looking.
If you have to choose between something that has form and something that doesn't, go for the one without form. That's my rule.
Shape I may take, converse I may, but neither god nor Buddha am I, rather an insensate being whose heart thus differs from that of man.
We'll build our own world in the shape of us.
To be a standard shape is not all in life. To know is also important.
The whole point with type is for you not to be aware it is there. If you remember the shape of a spoon with which you just ate some soup, then the spoon had a poor shape.
When shucked and released from its edges, the windowless subject stands alone as its own thing.
One who transmuted things from formlessness and shapelessness into that-which-was-not-real, but without which the real would have no meaning
I have never understood the clamour for waif-like women whose flesh acts merely as a thin veil for their bones - much as I would love to be thinner, I would hate to take it so far that I had no actual shape at all.
I have my dad's shape. No booty.
The Devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.
Qualityless simply means there is no way to discuss it. There is no way to pin it down. It could be anything at any given moment since infinity is not bound even by itself, nor the words that human beings choose to try and talk around it.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form states the Heart Sutra, one of the best known ancient Buddhist texts. The essence of all things is emptiness.
The boundaries of bodies are the least of all things.
I like architectural shapes. You can't put any shape on any body, except on the runway. In reality, it has to look and feel flattering.
The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.
very dull object.
I look all-woman on the outside, but inside I'm empty. Dead. A vast space of nothingness.
A closed mouth gathers no feet.
Skinny as a fence post.
Whatever had form or shape must be limited, and could not be eternal.
Mere form without substance must collapse of its own weight.
All is without form and void. Someone said of his landscapes that they were pictures of nothing and very like.
Mighty is geometry; joined with art, resistless.
I guess a sock is also a geometric shape - technically - but I don't know what you'd call it. A socktagon?
What is a body that casts no shadow? Nothing, a formlessness, two-dimensional, a comic-strip character. If I deny my own profound relationship with evil I deny my own reality. I cannot do, or make; I can only undo, unmake.
Physical deformity, calls forth our charity. But the infinite misfortune of moral deformity calls forth nothing but hatred and vengeance.
There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.
That which has no limitations, has no form.
He's nothing but a deformed emanation of energy.
For it is not the shape, but their use, that makes them angels.
They represent the most dangerous kind of shape changers: those who cannot see, because of darkness beyond the gesture of the moment
Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread.
My purpose is to tell of bodies that have been changed into shapes of different kinds.
There is no closed figure in nature. Every shape participates with another. No one thing is independent of another, and one thing rhymes with another, and light gives them shape.
How hollow to have no secrets left; you shake yourself and nothing rattles. You're boneless as an anemone.
We shape our self
to fit this world
and by the world
are shaped again
A human being is only breath and shadow.
His modesty amounts to deformity.
Just a dark shape against an even darker background.
But I can't manage to grow up and change shape. I'm still tiny, and staying that way, perhaps because I know the secret that everyone pretends to be unaware of, perhaps because I know that deep down we're all tiny.
The essence of every form is the deathless. Even the essence of a blade of grass is the deathless. And that's why the world of form is sacred.
Agitated on the inside by disgust but with nothing showing in their immobile features, absolutely still, as unmoving as those of landscapes, of photographs, of summer sunsets, nothing showing in their ever-horizontal features, decomposing silently in the Formica chairs.
I am nothing but words, just a shape of dreams or night
Stillness is the only thing in this world that has no form. But then, it is not really a thing, and it is not of this world.
The faces were empty as plates, and nobody seemed to be breathing.
I transformed myself in the zero of form and emerged from nothing to creation, that is, to Suprematism, to the new realism in painting - to non-objective creation.
Scrawny little mundane bastard.
The modesty of the athletic body which is contented with its perfection
You could limit your human existence to filling your shape with a muscle
("Tennis")