Quotes About Inspiration

ALIF: Painting brings to life what the mind sees, as a feast for the eyes. LAM: What the eye sees in the world enters the painting to the degree that it serves the mind. MIM: Consequently, beauty is the eye discovering in our world what the mind already knows. Did the graduate of the miserable college understand this logic, which I'd extracted with lightning inspiration from the depths of my soul?

He was a poet and, as he himself had written—in an early poem still largely unknown to Turkish readers—it snows only once in our dreams.

Taking our inspiration from an article on the proper way to walk in a city that appeared recently in the celebrated Parisian magazine Matin, we too should make our feelings clear to people who have yet to learn how to conduct themselves on the streets of Istanbul and tell them, "Don't walk down the street with your mouth open" [1924]. It

Um dia abri um livro e toda a minha vida mudou. Desde a primeira página, sofri com tanta força o poder do livro que senti o meu corpo apartado da cadeira e da mesa a que me sentava.

Of course, I will be remembered only so long as my illustrations and manuscripts cause your eyes to prance and flowers of bliss to bloom in your hearts.

Many years before, Ka had explained to me that when a good poet is confronted with difficult facts that he knows to be true but also inimical to poetry, he has no choice but to feel to the margins; it was, he said, this very retreat that allowed him to hear the hidden music that is the source of all art.

Their imaginations were fed by exile, a nourishment drawn not through roots but through rootlessness. My imagination, however, requires that I stay in the same city, on the same street, in the same house, gazing at the same view. Istanbul's fate is my fate. I am attached to this city because it has made me who I am.

He may have merely read the travel journals of Evliya Chelebi

Nietzsche's words: before speaking of art, one must try to create a work of art.

Hanya orang yang sangat pintar dan sangat tidak bahagia bisa menulis puisi yang bagus.

We write novels not because we feel we understand life and people, but because we feel we understand other novels and the art of the novel, and wish to write in a similar way.

Yazmak, o çok söylenen basmakal?p deyiÅŸle, bir yoluculuÄŸa ç?kmaksa eÄŸer, yazmak mutluluÄŸu da yolculuk boyunca kar??n?za ç?k?veren bu yol arkadaÅŸlar?n? kendi dünyan?za kazand?rabilmenin sevinci olmal?.

Hanya penyair termurni yang membiarkan cinta memasuki hatinya dalam masa revolusi.

In the realm of book arts, whenever a masterpiece is made, whenever a splendid picture makes my eyes water out of joy and causes a chill to run down my spine, I can be certain of the following: Two styles never brought together have come together to create something new and wondrous.

painting is the act of seeking out Allah's memories and seeing the world as He sees the world.

A great painter does not content himself by affecting us with his masterpieces; ultimately, he succeeds in changing the landscape of our minds. Once a miniaturist's artistry enters our souls this way, it becomes the criterion for the beauty of our world.

They paint what they see, whereas we paint what we look at.

Gledao sam kako se mijenjaju ljudi koji su mi nekada bili uzor i kako nestaju oni kojima sam se želio dopasti; nijedan mi se san nije ostvario, ni u pjesni?koj karijeri, ni u životu.

Samo?a je stvar ponosa: osamljcnik se na veoma nadmen na?in utapa u vlastitome mirisu... Problem pravoga pjesnika zapravo je uvijek isti: ako je dugo sretan, postane otrcan. A ako je dugo nesretan, ne može u sebi na?i snagu na koju bi se njegove pjesme mogle osloniti... Sre?a i pjesništvo - to ne može dugo zajedno. Nakon nekog vremena ili sre?a obezvrijedi pjesnika i njegovu poeziju ili mu prava poezija upropasti sre?u.

what I really hoped to find on these trips wandering the shops, the cinemas, and the museums of the Western world was an idea, an object, a painting - anything at all - that might transform and illuminate my own life.

Mang theo má»™t cu?n sách trong túi hay gi? xách c?a b?n, nh?t là nh?ng khi bu?n, là s? h?u má»™t th? giá»›i khác, má»™t th? giá»›i có th? mang l?i cho b?n ni?m vui.

Pictura este t?cerea min?ii, muzica ochiului.

Only a poet—not a novelist, and certainly not a historian—would be able to describe the despair that began to seep through the city toward the middle of June.

Like a genuine master miniaturist at the moment of greatest inspiration, holding his reed under the direct guidance of Allah, yet still able to take into consideration the form and composition of the entire page, Black continued to direct our place in the world from a corner of his mind even through his highest excitement