Quotes About Inspiration

No, no es fácil escribir. Es duro como partir rocas. Pero saltan chispas y astillas como aceros pulidos.

My old life was necessary to me because it was precisely its error that made me take up imagining a hope that, without the life that I led, I wouldn't have known.

Ainda bem que o que eu vou escrever já deve estar na certa de algum modo escrito em mim

To write, therefore, is the way of someone who uses the word as bait; the word fishes for something that is not a word. When that non-word takes the bait, something has been written. Once the space between the lines has been fished, the word can be discarded with relief. But here the analogy ends: the non-word upon taking the bait , has assimilated it. Salvation, then, is to read 'absent-minded'.

Escribo como si fuera a salvar la vida de alguien. Probablemente mi propia vida.

A veces tengo la impresión de que escribo por simple curiosidad intensa. Es que, al escribir, me doy las sorpresas más inesperadas.

Hers is an art that makes us want to know the woman; she is a woman who makes us want to know her art.

What trips up my life is writing.

Every idea that occurred to him, because he became familiar with it in seconds, came with the fear of having stolen it.

Há um livro em cada um de nós", dizem. E talvez daí eu tenha querido expulsar de mim um livro que eu escreveria se para isso talento eu tivesse, e mais a perseverança.

Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" (A Hora da Estrela)

Eu escrevo à meia-noite porque sou escuro. Ângela escreve de dia porque é quase sempre luz alegre.

So i dedicate this thing here to old Schu­mann and his sweet Clara who today alas are bones. I dedicate it to the very crimson color scarlet like my blood of a man in his prime and so I dedicate it to my blood. I dedicate it above all to the gnomes, dwarfs, sylphs, and nymphs who inhabit my life. I dedicate it to the memory of my former poverty, when everything was more sober and dignified and I had never eaten lobster.

E nasci para escrever. A palavra é o meu domínio sobre o mundo.

No quiero tener la terrible limitación de quien vive sólo de lo que puede tener un sentido. Yo no: lo que quiero es una verdad inventada.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme beauty and intimate beauty is within it.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme and intimate beauty is within it.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush now for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme and intimate beauty is within it.

I, who manufacture the future like a diligent spider. And the best of me is when I know nothing and manufacture whatever.

You who are reading me please help me to be born.

Qué era la poesía, en realidad, esa palabra vergonzosa? ¿Era encontrarse cuando, casualmente, caía una lluvia repentina sobre la ciudad? ¿O tal vez mirar al mismo tiempo, mientras tomaba un refresco, el rostro de una mujer que pasaba por la calle? ¿O incluso encontrarse casualmente en la vieja noche de luna y viento.

Meu instinto precedera a minha inteligência.

Querida quem faz arte sofre como os outros só que tem um meio de expressão.

Eu queria escrever um livro. Mas onde estão as palavras? esgotaram-se os significados.