Quotes About Mind

The art of writing is the manipulation of words to ease the mind and free the imagination

Don't fall asleep yet. Contrary to popular belief, that's not where dreams get accomplished.

The unconscious mind writes poetry if it's left alone.

The chaos of the mind cannot constitute a reply to the providence of the universe. All it can be is an awakening in the night, where all that can be heard is anguished poetry let loose.

Poetry begins as the divine speech of the bicameral mind. Then, as the bicameral mind breaks down, there remain prophets.

Poetry is a lyrical insinuation. Often, its melodic subtlety kisses the subconscious mind.

Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.

Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.

Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme / My barmie noddle's working prime.

I shall state my thesis plain. The first poets were gods. Poetry began with the bicameral mind.

The music is a vibration in the brain rather than the ear.

Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.

There is a majesty and mystery in nature, take her as you will. The essence of poetry comes breathing to a mind that feels from every province of her empire.

Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.

The field of action of a photograph should be that chessboard of the heart and mind upon which poetry and art have always operated

Exercises are like prose, whereas yoga is the poetry of movements. Once you understand the grammar of yoga; you can write your poetry of movements.

Faith is mind at its best, its bravest, and its fiercest. Faith is thought become poetry, and absorbing into itself the soul's great, passions. Faith is intellect carried up to its transfigurement.

Writing poetry is a state of free float.

At certain periods of history it is only poetry that is capable of dealing with reality by condensing it into something graspable, something that otherwise wouldn't be retained by the mind.

He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.

For a poet is an airy thing, winged and holy, and he is not able to make poetry until he becomes inspired and goes out of his mind and his intellect is no longer in him.

The poetry is the Earth, charming; The river, flowing from lofty mountains; Nature, a young woman and a heavenly plant with blossoming flowers, slinking in the garden of the mind.