Quotes About Inspiration

Stand before my eyes, and let thy glance touch my songs into a flame. Stand among thy stars and let me find kindled in their lights my own fir of worship. The earth is waiting at the world's wayside; Stand upon the green mantle she has flung upon thy path; and let me feel in her grass and meadow flowers the spread of my own salutation. Stand in my lonely evening where my heart watches alone; fill her cup of solitude, and let me feel in me the infinity of thy love.

The earth, water and light, fruits and flowers, to her were not merely physical phenomena to be turned to use and then left aside. They were necessary to her in the attainment of her ideal of perfection, as every note is necessary to the completeness of the symphony.

Un día hallaré la Vida en mi interior, el gozo que se esconde en mi vida, aunque los días confunden mi camino con el polvo de la ociosidad. He conocido sus fugaces resplandores y me han llegado rachas de su aliento que han puesto fragantes mis ideas por un instante. Un día encontraré fuera de mí ese gozo que me oculta la pantalla de la luz; y me alzaré en esa soledad desbordada donde todo se observa como lo ve el creador.

The Works of Rabindranath Tagore consist of poems, novels, short stories, dramas, and essays that Bengali poet and Brahmo philosopher Rabindranath Tagore created over his lifetime. This ebook presents a collection of all major works of Tagore. A dynamic table of contents allows you to jump directly to the work selected.

The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

My songs are like bees; they follow through the air some fragrant trace — some memory — of you, to hum around your shyness, eager for its hidden store. When the freshness of dawn droops in the sun, when in the noon the air hangs low with heaviness and the forest is silent, my songs return home, their languid wings dusted with gold.

Mitte üksnes poeesias, vaid ka üldse kogu kunstis peab kunstniku meel saavutama teatud eemalehoidmisastme - ainujuhtimine tuleb anda loojale inimese sees. Kui ainestik saab loomingust võitu on tagajärjeks sündmuse pelk koopia, mitte aga selle peegeldamine läbi kunstniku meele.

My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart. And the breath of all things plays on my life as on a pipe of reeds.

He sent up his song towards the star-land out of his reach, where, circled with light, the planet who ruled his destiny shone unknown and out of ken.

Si lloras por haber perdido el sol, las lágrimas no te dejarán ver las estrellas.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

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

Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

My mom, who's been in the restaurant business for 40 years, is the number-one influence in my life. But I look up to a lot of people in the industry. Tops on my list is Mario Batali. My mom and Mario taught me the same lesson: Food is love.

A book is like a vacation for the brain.

I find myself very, very happy to be a weird writer.

You create what you speak. So, speak a better world. Speak a happier and more loving life. Speak your despair and let it lead you back to your truth.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strengths that will endure as life lasts

If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry

The discipline of the writer is to learn to be still and listen to what his subject has to tell him.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.