Quotes About Inspiration

Envy can be a positive motivator. Let it inspire you to work harder for what you want.

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

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

Through such souls aloneGod stooping shows sufficient of His lightFor us i' the dark to rise by. And I rise.

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,Lest you should think he never could recaptureThe first fine careless rapture!

Look not thou down but up!

To me at least was never evening yet But seemed far beautifuller than its day.

There is no truer truth obtainable By Man than comes of music.

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,And did he stop and speak to you,And did you speak to him again?How strange it seems, and new!

We that had loved him so, followed him, honored him,Lived in his mild and magnificent eye,Learned his great language, caught his clear accents,Made him our pattern to live and to die!

Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us,Burns, Shelley, were with us—they watch from their graves!

Rafael made a century of sonnets.

Marching along, fifty-score strong,Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.

Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.

Who hears music, feels his solitude Peopled at once.

God is the perfect poet.

On a day like today I am stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.

But maybe you shouldn't wonder so much about his secret, he says. What's really important is finding your secret - something that becomes like a seed inside you - that will grow as you grow up.

Books are my treasures—the best that I've got." Books are like rivers that flow through my head. Books are like roads," she just might have said. "Roads that connect my old self to my new. Unlocking our hearts to what's noble and true.

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!

Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire,That's a' the learning I desire.

Auld Nature swears, the lovely dearsHer noblest work she classes, O:Her prentice han' she tried on man,An' then she made the lasses, O.

Perhaps it may turn out a sang,Perhaps turn out a sermon.

As a good housewife out of divers fleeces weaves one piece of cloth, a bee gathers wax and honey out of many flowers, and makes a new bundle of all... I have laboriously collected this Cento out of divers writers, and... I have wronged no authors, but given every man his own.... I can say of myself, Whom have I injured? The matter is theirs most part, and yet mine...