Quotes About Inspiration

The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit. —JOHN 3:8, ESV

Our souls are not hungry for fame, comfort, wealth, or power. Those rewards create almost as many problems as they solve. Our souls are hungry for meaning, for the sense that we have figured out how to live so that our lives matter so the world will be at least be a little bit different for our having passed through it.

Remember that in a hall of perfect darkness, totally dark, if you light one small candle, its light will be seen from afar; its precious light will be seen by everyone.

You are going to a place of deep darkness and lies, and if you will light one candle of truth, you will dispel the darkness. (to Benjamin Nethanyahu when he became Israel's UN Ambassador)

I long ago abandoned myself to a blind lust for the written word. Literature is my sandbox. In it I play, build my forts and castles, spend glorious time.

By nature, a storyteller is a plagiarist. Everything one comes across—each incident, book, novel, life episode, story, person, news clip—is a coffee bean that will be crushed, ground up, mixed with a touch of cardamom, sometimes a tiny pinch of salt, boiled thrice with sugar, and served as a piping-hot tale.

I long ago abandoned myself to a blind lust for the written word. Literature is my sandbox. In it I play, build my forts and castles, spend glorious time. It is the world outside that box that gives me trouble. I have adapted tamely, though not conventionally, to this visible world so I can retreat without much inconvenience into my inner world of books.

I thought every person should live for art, not just me, and furthermore, why would I want to be normal? Why would I want to be stupid like everyone else?

Literature gives me life, and life kills me. Well, life kills everyone.

Transmuting this sandy metaphor, if literature is my sandbox, then the real world is my hourglass—an hourglass that drains grain by grain.

Henri Matisse once said, "It has bothered me all my life that I do not paint like everybody else.

Listen. Allow me to be your god. Let me take you on a journey beyond imagining. Let me tell you a story.

When he played, though—when he played he could liquefy your soul. He walked on water—well, his fingers did—liquid supple and fluid smooth, running, dripping, flowing.

Literature gives me life and life kills me.

Literatura e groapa mea cu nisip. E locul meu de joaca, in ea imi construiesc fortaretele si castelele, acolo petrec momente glorioase.

In reality, the only true model of a successful woman was the Divine Sarah.

I believe that the choice of a first book, the book that opens your eyes and quickens your soul, is as involuntary as a first crush.

Faith is the bird that sings when the dawn is still dark.

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

I believe we are free, within limits, and yet there is an unseen hand, a guiding angel, that somehow, like a submerged propeller, drives us on.

The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .