Quotes About Creativity
There is neither magic nor master's eye. Only a great deal of love and a great deal of work.
~ Jean Cocteau
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The knack is art.
~ Jean Cocteau
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Je sais que la poésie est indispensable, mais je ne sais pas à quoi.
~ Jean Cocteau
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The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood. –
~ Jean Cocteau
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Listen carefully to first criticisms of your work. Note just what it is about your work that the critics don't like—then cultivate it. That's the part of your work that's individual and worth keeping.
~ Jean Cocteau
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Art is not a pastime, but a priesthood.
~ Jean Cocteau
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work in which psychology
~ Jean Cocteau
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tapestries to real animals.
~ Jean Cocteau
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E foarte primejdios s? vrei numai ordinea ÅŸi s? nu creezi ÅŸi un fel de dezordine,în care sufletul s? ÅŸtie a se descurca,în loc s? se usuce printre linii moarte.
~ Jean Cocteau
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Am scris adeseori c? spiritul creator nu este altceva decât spiritul de contradicÅ£ie sub forma lui cea mai înalt?.
~ Jean Cocteau
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Be you writer or reader, it is very pleasant to run away in a book. Jean Craighead George
~ Jean Craighead George
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Good writers borrow, great writers steal. —T. S. Eliot (but possibly stolen from Oscar Wilde)
~ Jean Hanff Korelitz
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You're only as successful as the last book you published, and you're only as good as the next book you're writing. So shut up and write.
~ Jean Hanff Korelitz
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Singur, n-am cunoscut niciodat? plictiseala, chiar atunci când nu f?ceam nimic: imaginaÈ›ia mea, umplând toate golurile, era ea singur? de ajuns spre a m? È›ine ocupat.
~ Jean Jacques Rousseau
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They were soft-centered, emotional beings wrapped in a terrified carapace, that even though they might appear rational and collected on paper, so focused that you wanted to marvel at their promise and maturity, they were lurching, turbulent muddles of conflict in their three-dimensional lives...the creative ones were desperately afraid they were talentless, and the intellectuals deeply suspected they weren't brilliant, and that every single one of them felt ugly and stupid and utterly fake.
~ Unknown
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I started writing to please myself, a story I would like to read, and that is still true.
~ Jean M. Auel
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But I do not use the Internet, because I know myself too well. Once I got on the Internet I would get so distracted, I'd be basically giving one of my books to the Internet because I wouldn't be writing. I'd be playing on that machine. Interview by Associated Press Nov 03, 2010
~ Jean M. Auel
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La mano y la vista hacen al artista.
~ Jean M. Auel
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Works of art were not just the finished product, but the thought, the action, the process that created them.
~ Jean M. Auel
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chaise lounge' days, when, too tired to lift even a paintbrush, she would lie about nibbling candied rose leaves.
~ Unknown
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But the operation of writing implies that of reading as its dialectical correlative and these two connected acts necessitate two distinct agents. It is the joint effort of author and reader, which brings upon the scene that concrete and imaginary object which is the work of the mind. There is no art except for and by others.
~ Jean Paul Sartre
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a writer should not allow himself to be turned into an institution
~ Jean Paul Sartre
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No se es escritor por haber elegido decir ciertas cosas, sino por la forma en que se digan
~ Jean Paul Sartre
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I had thought out this sentence, at first it had been a small part of myself. Now it was inscribed on the paper, it took sides against me. I didn't recognize it any more. I couldn't conceive it again. It was there, in front of me; in vain for me to trace some sign of its origin. Anyone could have written it. But I ... I wasn't sure I wrote it. The letters glistened no longer, they were dry. That had disappeared too; nothing was left but their ephemeral spark.
~ Jean Paul Sartre
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