Quotes About Inspiration

As tough as she is, she wants to believe in something.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

Finch,April 3. "Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away!" I sign my name and write: "Your mountain is waiting. So... get on your way!

There are bright places, even in dark times. And if there isn't, you can be that bright place with infinite capacities.

Who cares for Algebra? Who delights in solving math? I only want to live my life Along the creative path.

By the way? For what it's worth, you showed me something, Ultraviolet— there is such a thing as a Ariana Grande day.

Just because they're dead, they don't have to be. And neither do we.

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery—always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?

Written on the wall behind them was: 'Blues for the body, food for the soul.

At times such as this, it becomes more important for art to survive.

Escrever. (...) Ao longo das linhas, aceitar todo e qualquer pensamento (não tenha medo deles, independente do que sejam).

may look and enjoy, just as I do in the garden when the poppies are in flower. It's no blame to men if they try to put into their own artifacts all the colours and shapes God put into his.

Without error there can be no brilliancy

For all our penny-wisdom, for all out soul-destroying slavery to habit, it is not to be doubted that all men have sublime thoughts.

Poetry must be as new as foam, and as old as the rock.

But Saeed, Saeed, the children are our only hope!

Il n'y a rien comme l'amour pour donner du courage aux jeunes gens.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

Si vous me demandez ce que je viens faire en ce monde, moi artiste, je vous répondrai: je viens vivre tout haut.

What is art, after all, if not simply giving out what you have inside you? Didn't it all boil down to sticking a female in front of you and painting her as you feel she is?

Le había quedado, de los tiempos en los que soñaba con dedicarse a la literatura y se juntaba con poetas, una desesperación universal.

The obligation of a writer is to live out loud.

What is art, after all, if not simply giving out what you have inside you? Didn't it all boil down to sticking a female in front of you and painting her as you feel she is? - page35

he was carried aloft, for the moment, on one of those great waves of hope from which he was usually plunged deep into the agonies familiar to all artists with a devouring passion for nature. (25)