Quotes About Inspiration

imaginative possession

there is no better way of coming to be aware of what one feels oneself than by trying to recreate in oneself what a master has felt.

fabrication de la petite madeleine de Marcel Proust». Un paquete de ocho

Patron Saint of Failures St Birgitta of Sweden.

what Ruskin judged to be the twin purposes of art: to make sense of pain and to fathom the sources of beauty.

I did not live Chloe for her body, I loved her body for the promise of who she was. It was a most inspiring promise

Every person we envy holds out a piece of the jigsaw about our possible later achievements.

The development of the artist provides a profound model of the process of maturation.

having acquired a skill at turning grief into ideas

The field seems to require a painfully uncommon synthesis of imagination and realism.

it would be more accurate to describe the Madeleine as provoking a moment of appreciation rather than mere recollection. Why don't we appreciate things more widely... inattention or laziness... it may also stem from insufficient exposure to images of beauty, which are close enough to our own world ignorer to guide and inspire us.

Art cannot single-handedly create enthusiasm, nor does it arise from sentiments of which nonartists are devoid; it merely contributes to enthusiasm and guides us to be more conscious of feelings that we might previously have experienced only tentatively or hurriedly.

And insofar as we travel in search of beauty, works of art may in small ways start to influence where we would like to travel to.

We never envy another's achievement more than when we know very little about how it was attained.

Journeys are the midwives of thought.

What we search for in a work of architecture is not in the end so far from what we search for in a friend.

a reason to start over new, the reason is you.

Books are not about passing the time. They're about other lives. Other worlds.

What she was finding also was how one book led to another, doors kept opening wherever she turned and the days weren't long enough for the reading she wanted to do.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad', and if you're planning on writing that's probably a good thing. But if you are planning on writing and they haven't fucked you up, well, you've got nothing to go on, so then they've fucked you up good and proper.

TIMMS: I don't see how we can understand it. Most of the stuff poetry's about hasn't happened to us yet. HECTOR: But it will, Timms. It will. And then you will have the antidote ready! Grief. Happiness. Even when you're dying. We're making your deathbeds here, boys. LOCKWOOD: Fucking Ada. HECTOR: Poetry is the trailer! Forthcoming attractions!

Books are wonderful, aren't they?' she said to the vice-chancellor who concurred. 'At the risk of sounding like a piece of steak,' she said, 'they tenderise one.

She found that after she had written something down, she was happy. Happy as if she had been reading. And it came to her again that did not want to simply be a reader. A reader was next door to being a spectator where as when she was writing she was doing. And doing was her duty.

Asked where his inspiration came from, he said fiercely: 'It doesn't come, Your Majesty. You have to go out and fetch it.