Quotes About Muses

Designers, models and muses all came seeking attention at the Flore. There, bathed in the sunlight, were Betty Catroux, Loulou de la Falaise and Clara Saint, the female triumvirate of the most powerful and seductive fashion designer in Paris,Yves Saint Laurent.Yves himself was rarely seen at the Flore, although

Happy is the man whom the Muses love: sweet speech flows from his mouth.

You forget, I said, I'm a writer and the Muses are the daughters of Memory.

I will not stop singing the Muses who set me dancing.

Muses work all day long and then at night get together and dance...

But strength alone, though of the Muses born, Is like a fallen angel: trees uptorn, Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchers Delight it; for it feeds upon the burrs And thorns of life; forgetting the great end Of poesy, that it should be a friend To soothe the cares, and lift the thoughts of man. KEATS CALIFORNIA, 1850

Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.

For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the wife of the artist, but I was really trying to avoid the final issue — that I had to do the job myself.

More likable, make Swift more likable. That's what everyone's saying; nobody cares what this character suffers. But how do you do it? It's like making oneself more likable. And at fifty, Less muses drowsily, you're as likable as you're going to get.

That's what music did. It made you feel. ... Music, her grandfather always told her, was language. A special language, a gift from the Muses, something all people are born understanding but few people can thoroughly translate.

After the play, he counts on playing cards, and he on a wild night in some girl's arms - why, in a cause like this, must you poor fools so sorely try the Muses' kindness

We live in a culture that does not encourage women to be epic heroes of their own Big Stories but the mothers and lovers and wives and mistresses and muses and personal assistants, the femme fatales and fantasies and manic pixie dream girls, in someone else's Big Story, and this someone else is usually a dude.

Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.

And one there was, a dreamer born, Who, with a mission to fulfill, Had left the Muses' haunts to turn The crank of an opinion-mill, Making his rustic reed of song A weapon in the war with wrong,... "A Tent on the Beach

But strength alone though of the Muses bornIs like a fallen angel: trees uptorn,Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchersDelight it; for it feeds upon the burrsAnd thorns of life; forgetting the great endOf poesy, that it should be a friendTo soothe the cares, and lift the thoughts of man.

The number of guests at dinner should not be less than the number of the Graces nor exceed that of the Muses, i.e., it should begin with three and stop at nine.

It is not right in a house serving the Muses to have mourning. For us it is unbecoming.

The Art of Muses is the Bridge of Feeling.

Those high and lofty notions of morals which you brought with you from the schools must be considerably lowered, and mixed with the baser alloy of a jealous and worldly-minded prudence. You must learn to do hard, if not unjust things; and for the nice embarrassments of a delicate and ingenuous spirit, it is necessary for you to get rid of them as fast as possible. You must shut your heart against the Muses, and be content to feed your understanding with plain, household truths.

The most astonishing joy is to receive from the muses the gift of a whole lyric.

The poet of the Pervigilium Veneris wrote in a darkening time, amid the breakdown of classic literacy. He knew that the Muses can fall silent: perdidi musam tacendo, nec me Apollo respicit: sic Amyclas, cum tacerent, perdidit silentium. "To perish by silence": that civilization on which Apollo looks no more will not long endure.

Grey time-worn marbles Hold the pure Muses. In their cool gallery, By yellow Tiber, They still look fair.

The muses are wicked and wonderful, devious and delightful, not to be trusted and not to be ignored. Thank God we have them.

Once, in his first term, Cartwright had been bold enough to ask him why he was clever, what exercises he did to keep his brain fit. Healey had laughed. It's memory, Cartwright, old dear. Memory, the mother of the Muses... at least that's what thingummy said. Who? You know, what's his name, Greek poet chap. Wrote the Theogony... what was he called? Begins with an 'H'. Homer? No, dear. Not Homer, the other one. No, it's gone. Anyway. Memory, that's the key.