Quotes About Inspiration

Inspiration without intellect is useless and dangerous; and the poet will be able to perform few wonders, when he is astonished by wonders.

One makes a great error if one believes there are 'ancients.' Only now is antiquity starting to arise. It arises in the eyes and soul of the artist.

Simbolicul incit?, stimuleaz? - înduio??torul emo?ioneaz? ?i mi?c?.

La donna è il nutrimento corporale più elevato.

Ra?iunea practic? este fantezie creatoare pur?.

Maybe Jane was right. Maybe he was wrong to have filled her head with tales of Bessie Smith and Josephine Baker, let alone take her to see Jackie Wilson, Etta James, Tina Turner and the Ikettes. Maybe it wasn't right to wake up to Chico Hamilton, Lee Morgan, Charlie Parker, and Art Blakey in the morning. Watch the sunset with Miles Davis, Cecil Taylor, and Little Willie John. But Greer didn't know what else to offer that was beautiful and colored and alive, all at the same time.

Where there is a woman there is magic.

rise up fallen fighters unfetter the stars dance with the universe & make it ours

If there were nothing else, reading would--obviously--be worth living for.

Basta hojear las biografías o las autobiografías de grandes estudiosos para descubrir casi siempre el recuerdo del encuentro con un docente que, durante los estudios secundarios o superiores, fue decisivo para orientar la curiosidad hacia esta o aquella disciplina. Todos nosotros hemos podido experimentar hasta qué punto la inclinación hacia una materia especifica ha sido suscitada, con mucha frecuencia, por el carisma y la habilidad de un profesor.

La enseñanza, de hecho, implica siempre una forma de seducción. Se trata de una actividad que no puede considerarse un oficio, sino que en su forma más noble presupone una verdadera vocación. El verdadero profesor, por lo tanto, toma los votos

Stories are wonderful, enjoyable, and scrumptious things. In the old days, they were served on thin plates called pages. You ate them with your eyes. And they didn't go down to your tummy, like normal food. No, they went into a dream machine inside your head.

I'll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.

I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence

Write what you like; there is no other rule.

Greenwich Village... the village of low rents and high arts.

There are stories in everything. I've got some of my best yarns from park benches, lampposts, and newspaper stands.

Dünyada bir tane kahraman bulunmal?. Tek ba??na ya?ayanlara cesaret vermek için.

Selim, insan?n yarat?c? hayal gücünü öldürüyordu. Kambur duru?u, da??n?k saçlar? ve ütüsüz elbisesiyle Selim, insan? can s?k?nt?s? ve ümitsizli?e sürüklüyordu. ?nsan ona bak?nca, gerçi bir süre kendinden memnun oluyordu; fakat sonunda can? s?k?l?yordu.

Y?llard?r günlük tutmay? hayal ederdim. ?imdi vaktim var: bir ?ey dü?ünemiyorum. Yazd?klar?m? okudum: aptalca sözler etmi?im. Kendimi kötülemeye söz vermi?tim: onu da yapam?yorum. ?nsan Kafka'y? okuyamazsa... bitiktir i?i. Bir silgi gibi tükendim ben. Ba?kalar?n?n yapt?klar?n? silmeye çal??t?m: mürekkeple yazm??lar oysa. Ben, kur?unkalem silgisiydim. Azald???mla kald?m.

Co?kun:… Art?k benim sesimi de dinlemeli insanlar! ?ster keman sesi olsun,ister oyun sesi;yeni bir ses getirmeliyim bu dünyaya!

Yazma i?ini b?rakt?m. Esasl? bir adam olsayd?m b?rakmazd?m. Her davran???m?n yans?nda, ba?ka bir heyecana kapt?r?yordum kendimi. Heyecan m?? Bak bunu unutmu?tum, diye m?r?ldand?m. (Yaln?z olunca insan daha rahat davran?r: m?r?ldan?r.)

There would be little reason to lie down at night without the possibility of seeing things bigger and more amazing than the average day might bright about. Why pick up a pen or type on a keyboard if there's no imagination or wonder left to behold? I would hate to be in the position of hoping for nothing simply because my brain can no longer dream.