Quotes About Muse

I am imbued with the notion that a Muse is necessarily a dead woman, inaccessible or absent; that a poetic structure - like the canon, which is only a hole surrounded by steel - can be based only on what one does not have; and that ultimately one can write only to fill a void or at the least to situate, in relation to the most lucid part of ourselves, the place where this incommensurable abyss yawns within us.

My muse has more projects on her wish list than I have hours in the day to write. #authorproblems

O Muse, tell me the story Of all these things, O Goddess, daughter of Zeus Beginning wherever you wish, tell even us.

Every mind which has given itself to self-expression in art is aware of a directing agency outside its conscious control which it has agreed to label 'inspiration'.

Nurture your mind, body and spirit. Grow your Muse and you will lead a fulfilled life.

The new Constitution, however, is brought to us by a Muse, ordained by the authority of the People, and established at the center of our common life. We can read these words as creating a national religion, one at which we still worship.

Creativty is a god who comes around only when he pleases, and it isn't very often. But when he does come around, he sits at my desk and folds his wings and I offer him whatever he wants.

Sometimes the writing flows, sometimes it's like wading through concrete. But I keep showing up each day, whether the Muse joins me or not.

The other day I noticed that my Muse, who had long been ailing, silent and morose, was showing signs of actual illness. Now, though it is by no means one of my habits to coddle the dogs, cats and other familiars of my household, yet my Muse had so pitiful an appearance that I determined to send for the doctor, but not before I had seen her to bed with a hot bottle, a good supper, and such other comforts as the Muses are accustomed to value.

Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.

Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide

All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.

The Greek word epos means simply "word" or "story" or "song." It is related to a verb meaning "to say" or "to tell," which is used (in a form with a prefix) in the first line of the poem. The narrator commands the Muse, "Tell me": enn-epe. An epic poem is, at its root, simply a tale that is told.

The narrator commands the Muse, "Tell me": enn-epe. An epic poem is, at its root, simply a tale that is told.

Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story

Music from my fourth year began to be the first of my youthful occupations. Thus early acquainted with the gracious muse who tuned my soul to pure harmonies, I became fond of her, and, as it often seemed to me, she of me.

People think of me as a stereotype: muse, privileged, decorative. Classically, the muses were the inspiration. They'd come and go - they wouldn't actually make things, get their hands dirty. I don't think I'm a muse, although I think I can help pull a trigger. I really like getting my hands dirty.

My muse changes all the time because I think every designer is a bit of a muse for themselves in a way - they just don't want to say it.

Why does my Muse only speak when she is unhappy?She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.

Sometimes the muse sits on my shoulder, but most often not I have a devil of a job tempting her back!

With you as an inspiration, a painter will create his best painting, a writer will write his best literature and a poet will create his best poetry.

I'm at the mercy of whatever character comes into my head.

Renunciation is our compact with the Muse; in it reposes our strength, our value; and life is our forbidden garden, our great temptation, to which we yield sometimes, but never to our profit.

Las musas tenían por costumbre aniquilar a los que inspiraban.