Quotes About Inspiration

Everybody you meet is an "artist" who has made a similar creation.

I am not a slow writer, I am not a fast writer . . . I am a half-fast writer.

Even in her cap and gown Susan looked like a sunrise, extravagant and full of promise. Wherever she went things seemed, as they always did, to organize around her.

Robert B. Parker

her hair. But fantasy

She radiated a kind of excitement, the possibility of infinite promise. It wasn't just me. Most people seemed to feel that spending time with Susan would be an adventure.

A new creation, an innovation that will be the sensation of the nation for the duration, an inspiration that will require no demonstration for universal acclimation, according to my intimation, but will receive an ovation to stagger the imagination.

What's the current hit?" "The Lost Chord" he tells me. "Just a few notes, but it sounds like nothing you'll ever hear.

The life of a painter demands solitude

Podrán romperme los huesos con palos y piedras, pero las palabras jamás podrán herirme.

It is the glory and good of Art That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth - to mouths like mine, at least.

I find earth not gray but rosy; Heaven not grim but fair of hue. Do I stoop? I pluck a posy; Do I stand and stare? All's blue.

What does it all mean, poet? Well, Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell What we felt only; you expressed You hold things beautiful the best, And pace them in rhyme so, side by side. 'Tis something, nay 'tis much: but then, Have you yourself what's best for men? Are you—-poor, sick, old ere your time—- Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who never have turned a rhyme? Sing, riding's a joy! For me, I ride.

There is to truer truth attainable to man than comes of music.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.

They say it is possible to see stars from the bottom of a well when the sun is shining.

Books are the blessed chloroform of the mind.

The beautiful part about writing is you don't have to get it right the first time, unlike, say, a brain surgeon.

So when it comes to Elvis and Joe, I have to trust my instincts, because they've gotten me here. And I have to write what I believe in, what I find moving.

Indeed, Chicago seems to have literally sucked the air out of Springfield: another case of American becoming a network of massive city-states more intimately interconnected with other continents than with their own hinterlands. It is in the merging with the rest of the world and global civilization that the forces of division come to the fore at home. Springfield: another small city that should inspire but doesn't.

Life is about heart. Yours is as big as any kid's I've ever coached. Don't you ever forget that.

We realize it is in those quiet moments that each of us has the ability to make our lives extraordinary.

Fear not the path of Truth for the lack of People walking on it.