Quotes About Inspiration

All knitterly creation stems from one simple element: yarn. It is the baker's flour, the jeweler's gold, the gardener's soil. Yarn is creation, consolation, and chaos all spun together into one perfect ball.

Asking a knitter what he or she plans on doing with the yarn he or she just bought is like asking a squirrel what it plans on doing with that nut it just buried under a pile of leaves.

Hand-dyers are never in competition with each other. Rather, we push each other to expand our worlds.

I feel about my yarn stash as I do about my library: It is the record of much of my history, promise, potential, inspiration, learning, and space to dream.

And really, does anybody believe that Michelangelo just decided to carve the David one day and went out and bought a slab of marble?

My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art.

Composing gives me great pleasure... there is nothing that surpasses the joy of creation, if only because through it one wins hours of self-forgetfulness, when one lives in a world of sound.

Talking about ideas for a novel is a bit like showing pictures of the ultrasound if you're pregnant. Until they're out in the world, they can only be wonderful to you.

military historian Richard Holmes.

My father didn't tell me how to live he lived, and let me watch him do it.

He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.

The calm mind allows one to connect with the inner self, the Soul, the very source of our being. That's where the music lives. That's where my music comes from.

When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President. Now I'm beginning to believe it.

Your book, ' The Tyranny of God ,' is well done. It is a very clear statement of the question, bold and true beyond dispute. I am glad that you wrote it. It is as plain as the multiplication table, which doesn't mean that everyone will believe it. I thank you for writing it. I wish I were the author. { Preface to 'The Tyranny of God by Joseph Lewis }

When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President. I'm beginning to believe it.

The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man. Nothing else that he builds ever lasts. Monuments fall, nations perish, civilizations grow old and die out, and after an era new races build others. But in the world of books are volumes that have seen this happen again and again and yet live on, still young, still as fresh as the day they were written, still telling men's hearts of the heart of men centuries dead.

Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed

I read what I'd written and thought once again: from what violent chasms is my most intimate intimacy nourished, why does it deny itself so much and flee to the domain of ideas? I feel within me a subterranean violence, a violence that only comes to the surface during the act of writing.

To write you I first cover myself with perfume.

Sometimes writing a single line is enough to save your own heart.

her short stories read like perfect songs.

I don't want to have the terrible limitation of those who live merely from what can make sense. Not I: I want an invented truth.

Enquanto eu tiver perguntas e não houver resposta continuarei a escrever.

At half past three in the morning I woke up. And immediately elastic I jumped out of bed. I came to write you. I mean: be. Now it's half past five. I want nothing: I am pure. I don't wish this solitude on you. But I myself am in the creating fog. Lucid darkness, luminous stupidity.