Quotes About Inspiration

The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.

No heroine can create a hero through love of one, but she can give birth to one.

And a cloud of enraptured, sporting, buzzing little creatures of silk-dust swept or hovered over the undulating picture.

But on the first day came veiled spirits from all hours into his soul... a soft intoxication, which the atmosphere of nature, like that of a wine-store, communicated to him, spread itself, like an enchanted solitude around his soul.

I would like to say to people, open your eyes and find beauty where you normally don't expect it.

I am very lucky because I am realizing my childhood dreams, and after presenting my shows it's like a party.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.

The most skilled hand is never anything but the servant of the mind.

Sometimes something awful could break your heart with beauty.

All of writing is a huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky. And then there are mere trickles, like Jean Rhys. All that matters is feeding the lake. I don't matter. The lake matters. You must keep feeding the lake.

Kissel worked in Idleness the way other artists worked in clay or marble.

Excelsior, you fatheads.

halves of a spiritual whole; each completed the other. She realized that "feminism catches fire when it draws upon its inherent spirituality

There is a potential heroine in every woman.

You may find a myth that will evoke the reality in you

Here we are, women who have been the beneficiaries of education, resources, reproductive choices, travel opportunities, the Internet, and a longer life expectancy than women have ever had in history. What can and will we do?

After all, your head only had so much room in it. No surprise if it overflowed once in a while with little bits of sparkle and electrical fizz.

The artist on art. How do you get your ideas for stories Mr. Valentine? Well, I simply exploit everything I come into contact with. One ended, of course, by losing all spontaneity. You saw people as characters, sunsets as an excuse for similes -.

I met a woman— Much that I am I owe to her, For she was going where I was going

If you have heard a Jewish cantor sing, if he has touched you and made your own sorrow seem trivial when compared with his, you will know my feeling when I follow the curves of her profile, like mobile rivers, to their common delta.

Night winds in Georgia are vagrant poets, whispering.

If you have the spirit in you, then you must go where it takes you

We work for peace every time we exercise authority with wisdom and authentic love.