Quotes About Inspiration

Objects seen in dreams should be manufactured and put on sale.

It was really a star, a star you were heading toward. You can't fail to reach it. Hearing you speak, I felt that nothing would hold you back, nothing, not even me. . . . You could never see this star as I do. You don't understand: It's like the heart of a heartless flower.

The confidences of the mad, I could pass my whole life inspiring them. They are a scrupulously honest tribe, whose innocence has no peer but my own.

Asimismo, he podido desear ver construir un objeto muy especial que respondiese a una fantasía poética cualquiera.

Puisque tu existes, comme toi seule sais exister, il n'était peut-être pas très nécessaire que ce livre existât. J'ai cru pouvoir en décider autrement, en souvenir de la conclusion que je voulais lui donner avant de te connaître et que ton irruption dans ma vie n'a pas à mes yeux rendue vaine. Cette conclusion ne prend même son vrai sens et toute sa force qu'à travers toi.

L'Amour, la Poésie, c'est par ce seul ressort que la pensée humaine parviendra à reprendre le large.

Chère imagination, ce que j'aime surtout en toi, c'est que tu ne pardonnes pas.

Puis, soudain, se plaçant devant moi, m'arrêtant presque, avec cette manière extraordinaire de m'appeler, comme on appellerait quelqu'un, de salle en salle, dans un château vide: "André? André?... Tu écriras un roman sur moi. Je t'assure. Ne dis pas non. Prends garde, tout s'affaiblit, tout disparait. De nous il faut que quelque chose reste...""-Nadja

We have said nothing about Chirico until we take into account his most personal views about the artichoke, the glove, the cookie, or the spool.

Aux yeux de niveau d'eau de niveau d'air de terre et de feu.

Then suddenly, standing in front of me, virtually stopping me, with that extraordinary way she had of calling me, the way you might call someone from room to room in an empty castle: 'André? André?...You will write a novel about me. I'm sure you will. Don't say you won't. Be careful: everything fades, everything vanishes. Something must remain of us...

May the great living and echoing unconsciousness which inspires my only conclusive acts in any sense I always believe in, dispose forever of all that is myself. I gladly renounce any possibility of taking back what here, again, I bestow upon it. Once more I want to recognize and rely on it alone and virtually at my leisure wander along its immense piers, staring at some shining dot I know is in my own eye and which saves me all collision with its night fright.

Milagre da literatura, quando é verdadeira.

Do not do what someone else could do as well as you. Do not say, do not write what someone else could say, could write as well as you. Care for nothing in yourself but what you feel exists nowhere else. And, out of yourself create, impatiently or patiently, the most irreplaceable of beings.

But, of course, of course, I imitated everyone! Except myself. -- Pablo Picasso

Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.

The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity.

Art is the collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.

Great authors are admirable in this respect: in every generation they make for disagreement. Through them we become aware of our differences.

There is no prejudice that the work of art does not finally overcome.

The true painter strives to paint what can only be seen through his world.

Art is a revolt against fate. All art is a revolt against man's fate.

One cannot create an art that speaks to men when one has nothing to say.

Bet kai tik kieno nors žvilgsnis, šypsena, sakinys, gestas atkreipia m?s? d?mes?, m?s? vaizduot?, nepaisydama valios, jau ir ima ?žvelgti anapus j? slypin?ias galimybes. Šit moteris mums dav? dingst? - nors ir menk? - tik?tis.