Quotes About Inspiration

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My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.

Mary Shelley, who at only nineteen years of age conceived her immortal Gothic novel, Frankenstein. Needless to say, Gene Wilder and I will always be in her debt.

The survival of my own ideas may not be as important as a condition I might create for others' ideas to be realized.

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Whenever I did a good performance, my Dad and my uncles, who were rabid movie fans, took me to the movies. There began my underlying love affair with film.

Un artista, uno scrittore, non crea le sue opere per firmarle, ma per metterle al mondo.

Surround yourself with positive people.

My parents leaving a third world country to a first world country and building from nothing - that's really inspiring to me and it's influenced me in a positive way.

Why do you always think the sky is falling? Maybe the sky is calling, not falling.

When you're an artist, there's always a moment in your life when you think you're not inspired and instead of doing things and instead of travel and instead of falling in love, you're just depressed, so you don't move, so you don't change. So you're not inspired.

Hey, I'm no artist, and all I had to work with was crayons and glitter—and a sad dream. Plus, my captive companion at the time was a seven-year-old girl with a pink bow in her hair.)

Children are permanently impressed only by the loyalties of their adult associates; precept or even example is not lastingly influential. Loyal persons are growing persons, and growth is an impressive and inspiring reality. Live loyally today—grow—and tomorrow will attend to itself. The quickest way for a tadpole to become a frog is to live loyally each moment as a tadpole.

When I grow up, I'm going to be my mother.

Because people with that much spirit frighten the hell out of me. They make me want to be a better person when I know it's not possible.

I heard your song the moment we were born. And years later, it dragged me back from the lake of the half-dead when all I wanted to do was die. Each time someone tried to kill me, it sang its tune and gave me hope.

Imagine who she would be if we unleashed her onto the world. I think she would rip the breath from all of us.

he wanted to be all poetic, but in an instant he forgot Joe's poem about Japan except the part about 'you are the bell, and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,' and a new sound entered his life...

She was the most beautiful woman in the world. If she was alive I'd probably be a better person.

God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.

Since when do you look at the side of wonder?" "I'm trying very hard. It's irritating me, but I'm not giving up. I try to think of a wondrous thought every day when I wake, if you'd really like to know." "Yes, it's very annoying, but slightly contagious.

I can't and won't write without hope. I'd rather never write again.

We just wanted to have fun. Mia wanted us to change the world.

There's nothing to took forward to any more if you don't have dreams," he said. "Because dreams are goals and John might have run out of goals. So he died.