Quotes About Muse

Fionna loved the dark, for it lit her mind, her muse; it was truly her inspiration. It fired her imagination as nothing else could. She had never feared the depths of night, not even as a child. She reveled in it, particularly on those moonless nights, when all the world lay closed and sleeping, while she lay awake and dreaming- of legends and myths, and stories yet to be told. That was when her mind came alive, when she came alive.

With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots.

I'd like to thank all the pizza and chocolate I consumed during the writing of this novel. This book wouldn't exist without you. In particular, I'd like to call out a slice of balsamic tomato from Luigi's Pizzeria for being my muse.

My muse must come to me on union time.

I would especially like to re-court the Muse of poetry, who ran off with the mailman four years ago, and drops me only a scribbled postcard from time to time.

L'ispirazione non esiste. È forse qualcosa che guida le mani di scultori e pittori e detta immagini e note all'udito di poeti e musicisti, ma che non va mai a trovare il romanziere: quest'ultimo è del tutto trascurato dalle muse ed è condannato a sostituire quella collaborazione negatagli con la testardaggine, la fatica e la pazienza

RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression...

The life of a writer is directed by a mad impulsive muse, that can tell them to cancel all their storyline: a creative divergent devil.

A poet soaring in the high region of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.

I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend...

By the time the class ended I was back into an optimistic mood about their work. They were learning, they were working, it takes time, the muse will come if she is summoned.

When we live alone time and freedom are at the service of our muse in a way that artists in a relationship might envy.

But they who drink the Muse's breath Pay for the draught with many tears-- Their destiny until their death To seek her shadow down the years.

I sing to my wife; it helps me. She was my muse. I've written so many songs about her, to her, with references to her, and still do. She's a big part of my life. We were together for 33 years. It actually does me good - she's with me all that time in that way.

I was the muse of Tom Ford and Gucci for years, but that was a long time ago.

My joking answer to this question is that I leave a bowl of milk out on the back porch every night for the Idea Fairy. In the morning, the milk is gone and there's a brand-new shiny idea by the bowl.

Another small mystery to muse over, if you like, or just forget, which I recommend.

His image is poemagogic: It both symbolizes and sparks the creative process, which is itself a Quest.

Thalia The finest, funniest, friendliest Muse of all, THALIA supervised the comic arts and idyllic poetry. Her name derives from the Greek verb for 'to flourish'.fn5 Like her tragic counterpart Melpomene she sports actors' boots and a mask (hers being the cheerful smiling one of course), but she is wreathed in ivy and carries a bugle and a trumpet.

POLYHYMNIA was the Muse of hymns, of sacred music, dance, poetry, and rhetoric as well as—slightly randomly one might think—agriculture, pantomime, geometry, and meditation. I suppose today we would call her "the Muse of mindfulness.

Don't wait for the muse. As I've said, he's a hardheaded guy who's not susceptible to a lot of creative fluttering. This isn't the Ouija board or the spirit-world we're talking about here, but just another job like laying pipe or driving long-haul trucks. Your job is to make sure the muse knows where you're going to be every day from nine 'til noon. or seven 'til three. If he does know, I assure you that sooner or later he'll start showing up.

There is a muse, but he's not going to come fluttering down into your writing room and scatter creative fairy-dust all over your typewriter or computer station. He lives in the ground. He's a basement guy. You have to descend to his level, and once you get down there you have to furnish an apartment for him to live in. You have to do all the grunt labor, in other words, while the muse sits and smokes cigars and admires his bowling trophies and pretends to ignore you.

Writer does nothing, But think deeply.

There is no muse of philosophy, nor is there one of translation.