Quotes About Inspiration

The fascination of what's difficultHas dried the sap out of my veins, and rentSpontaneous joy and natural contentOut of my heart.

Imagining in excited reverieThat the future years had come,Dancing to a frenzied drum,Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

John Synge, I and Augusta Gregory, thoughtAll that we did, all that we said or sangMust come from contact with the soil, from thatContact everything Antaeus-like grew strong.

We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women with.

Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire.

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.

I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

I said: 'A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.

Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.

The living can assist the imagination of the dead...

What is clearest, most memorable and important about art is its coming into being, and the world's best works of art, while telling of very diverse matters, are really telling about their birth.

They must go out of the theatre with the strength they live by strengthened from looking upon some passion that could, whatever its chosen way of life, strike down an enemy, fill a long stocking with money or move a girl's heart.

Before I am old I shall have written him one Poem maybe as cold And passionate as the dawn.

Se avessi il drappo ricamato del cielo, Intessuto dell'oro e dell'argento e della luce, I drappi dai colori chiari e scuri del giorno e della notte Dai mezzi colori dell'alba e del tramonto, Stenderei quei drappi sotto i tuoi piedi: Invece, essendo povero, ho soltanto sogni; E i miei sogni ho steso sotto i tuoi piedi; Cammina leggera, perché cammini sui miei sogni.

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.

Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.

I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.

Certainly many if not most of Sufi love poems can be read as if they were addressed to a woman. In fact, without doubt a certain number of them were inspired by a woman's beautiful features, but this did not prevent the poet from viewing her loveliness as the mirror of God's Beauty. (p. 287)

If you haven't got an idea, start a story anyway. You can always throw it away, and maybe by the time you get to the fourth page you will have an idea, and you'll only have to throw away the first three pages.

You have been speaking about William Carey. When I am gone, say nothing about William Carey-speak only about Willam Carey's Saviour.