He didn't need any tips on the art of romancing.
From now on she'd have a lot more respect for the art of romancing.
Surely Yancey wasn't involved in art theft as well.
We thought we had him this time but he has receipts and papers from Chicago where he claims he attended a weekend art shindig.
I'm well practiced in this art as I've done so many times before!
These guys have state of the art equipment.
Then Harold added, There used to be an Art Dawkins in Montrose.
The chunky blocks of the stone walls were decorated with art done by children, and colorful mats covered the floor.
The dinner party Evelyn threw to celebrate Kiera's first commissioned piece of art had been a success, as was expected.
The art is a bonus, he said with a wink.
That there was a better chance of her selling art if she painted something no one else on earth could imagine?
It was a signature day in Ouray, better than the best of the area's finest painted or photographed images with the sky so blue, the pines so green and the snow so white, you couldn't paint truer colors with an art store's inventory.
He wondered if she felt as possessive of her art as he did his music.
Seeing her art touched him deeply.
Jackson walked around taking in the art, and searching for three oils he intended to buy.
The cover advertised art lessons for anyone drawing cartoon pictures and seeking "A rewarding career."
Art Farmer was blowing trumpet with the Horace Silver quintet in a piece called "Moon Rays" that Fred wouldn't have listened to on his own unless someone cut off his ears.
Maybe it was a practiced art, but it seemed to be in his nature.
Somewhere in the evening there would be a seamless merging of the two, but until then, they both reveled in the soothing art of lovemaking.
He had the southern drawl down to an art and his deep warm voice added a realistic touch.
The true method of science which he possessed forced him to condemn as useless the entire form which Schelling's and Hegel's expositions had adopted, especially the dialectic method of the latter, whilst his love of art and beauty, and his appreciation of moral purposes, revealed to him the existence of a transphenomenal world of values into which no exact science could penetrate.
The third and concluding volume, which was to treat in a more condensed form the principal problems of practical philosophy, of philosophy of art and religion, never appeared.
What, however, with the idealists was an object of thought alone, the absolute, is to Lotze only inadequately definable in rigorous philosophical language; the aspirations of the human heart, the contents of our feelings and desires, the aims of art and the tenets of religious faith must be grasped in order to fill the empty idea of the absolute with meaning.
The wealthy and influential, trying to distinguish themselves by being patrons of the arts, invested massively in all forms of art, creating a widespread appreciation of it in all the social classes.
So when doubters scoff—There's art on YouTube?—I say yes.
And yet the future I envision is no more like what we have today than a state-of-the-art Volvo factory is like a nineteenth-century London sweatshop.
Last week I visited a beautiful art store.
The queer-looking Japanese musical instruments, and their beautiful works of art were interesting.
It is true, on the other hand, that in her descriptions, she is best from the point of view of art when she is faithful to her own sensations; and this is precisely true of all artists.
The best works of art are the expression of man's struggle to free himself from this condition, but the effect of our art is merely to make this low state comfortable and that higher state to be forgotten.
There is actually no place in this village for a work of fine art, if any had come down to us, to stand, for our lives, our houses and streets, furnish no proper pedestal for it.
As for the religion and love of art of the builders, it is much the same all the world over, whether the building be an Egyptian temple or the United States Bank.
Thou who art in that heaven, save, forgive, and protect me!
In her voice there was a virginal freshness, an unconsciousness of her own powers, and an as yet untrained velvety softness, which so mingled with her lack of art in singing that it seemed as if nothing in that voice could be altered without spoiling it.
The art of his reading was supposed to lie in rolling out the words, quite independently of their meaning, in a loud and singsong voice alternating between a despairing wail and a tender murmur, so that the wail fell quite at random on one word and the murmur on another.