Picasso: Jeanne I offer you my deepest sympathies. i can't imagen how you feel.
Jeanne: You know what I feel. Pablo, shall I tell you? I feel nothing. I have a baby in my belly... another heart beating, another soul croving...and I am empty like your glass. You'll go home. You'll always live a full and rich life. But I swear to god... When your time come. When you leave at your death bed. The name Modigliani will not be far from my lips.
You can never paint over this night it belong to him.
Жанна охиндоо хандаж хэлсэн үг ''Papa sends you all the love of world. When you grow up, you'll feel our love wherever you go...''
''I saw dance once by the statue of Balzac. So beautiful his face, so graceful his dance... As he swang to the song, he smiled... He was all the things I was once. So I stole that moment and I locked it away in my mind... To be there comfort me in my empty days.'' Auguste Renoir.