Quotes About Inspiration

The great assay of art, but at his touch— Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand—

But thou art all my art, and dost advance As high as learning my rude ignorance.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire, Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.

But now my gracious numbers are decay'd, And my sick muse doth give another place. I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument Deserves the travail of a worthier pen;

After she married the Duke of York, she immediately transformed his life, bringing him love, understanding, sympathy and support for which he had always craved. She inspired him, she calmed him and she enabled him for the first time in his life to believe in himself. Her sense of humor awoke his own, her natural gaiety lightened him. Their marriage was a rare union in which each complemented and enhanced the other.

19 But when they deliver you up, take no thought how or what ye shall speak: for it shall be given you in that same hour what ye shall speak. 20 For it is not ye that speak, but the Spirit of your Father which speaketh in you.

The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a happy bunch of chuckleheads.

I get a fine warm feeling when I'm doing well, but that pleasure is pretty much negated by the pain of getting started each day. Let's face it, writing is hell.

Edward was at the stage of drunkenness in which the ego glows like a coal, and brilliant people become more inspired, but in which dull people, fired by the same inspiration, become only more dull.

E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle. And so we came forth, and once again beheld the stars.

How simultaneously enfeebling and insulting is an empty page! Devoid

INTRODUCTION THE FIRST NEGOTIATION Let him who would move the world first move himself. —SOCRATES

got the itch to write, back in the early

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

Looking to the mountains around us, I saw that the mysterious artist who comes at night had paid us a visit. I wondered how he could paint so many different colors in one night; red, wine, yellow, and rust.

Wilson Rawls

That's how it begins, making a film, writing a book, painting a picture, composing a tune, generally creating something. You have a wish. You wish that something might exist, and then you work on it until it does.

For she was clever. It had not been a lie then, that ecstasy which had visited her when she read A Midsummer Night's Dream on top of the railway coach last summer. It had meant something. She had understood something. She was drunk with an intoxicating wine of gladness.

When you paint, try to put down exactly what you see. Whatever else you have to offer will come out anyway.

Look at nature, work independently, and solve your own problems.