Muse Quotes

Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart.

~ Christina Westover

He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.

~ Roman Payne

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

~ Sanober Khan

Though it’s reasons to burn may vary... you are always the fuel of my fire.

~ Ranata Suzuki

O' melancholy,hectic chill for human soul,herewith dismal presence,any spirit does descent.

~ Nithin Purple

There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric....But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art--he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman.

~ Plato

She was remembering His gaze, those deep pools of blue, crystalline in nature, peering deep into her soul. She remembered the first night she had looked into that darkness – no, into that light in his eyes – they were level and straight, kind and compassionate, without any ado, Her hands in His, offerings of comfort and concern for Her station, the concern she felt for those close to Her, each to their own heaven or hell, and the law of attraction began to build.

~ Frank L. Desilva

If I ever saw my muse she would be an old woman with a tight bun and spectacles poking me in the middle of the back and growling, Wake up and write the book!

~ Kerry Greenwood

This is the other secret that real artists know and wannabe writers don’t. When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us. The Muse takes note of our dedication. She approves. We have earned favor in her sight. When we sit down and work, we become like a magnetized rod that attracts iron filings. Ideas come. Insights accrete.

~ Steven Pressfield

To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.

~ Ray Bradbury

Writing is the best anti-depressant.

~ Fierce Dolan

The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.

~ Roman Payne

All of us need to be in touch with a mysterious, tantalizing source of inspiration that teases our sense of wonder and goads us on to life’s next adventure.

~ Rob Brezsny

Inspiration is the windfall from hard work and focus. Muses are too unreliable to keep on the payroll.

~ Helen Hanson

If only thy eyes flutter once, the bees lose their direction and the fighting men their aim!

~ Avijeet Das

We are servants of the Mystery. We were put here on earth to act as agents of the Infinite, to bring into existence that which is not yet, but which will be, through us. Every breath we take, every heartbeat, every evolution of every cell comes from God and is sustained by God every second, just as every creation, invention, every bar of music or line of verse, every thought, vision, fantasy, every dumb-ass flop and stroke of genius comes from that infinite intelligence that created us and the universe in all its dimensions, out of the Void, the field of infinite potential, primal chaos, the Muse. To acknowledge that reality, to efface all ego, to let the work come through us and give it back freely to its source, that, in my opinion, is as true to reality as it gets.

~ Steven Pressfield

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

~ Kamand Kojouri

You have that faraway look in your eyes that makes me want to pull you into my dreams, bring you to your knees worshiping me - desperately. You, the nectar and the muse of my poetry.

~ Melody Lee

Audrey, if you had the choice, would you rather be his muse or be in his arms? I want to be both. I know it's the exception rather than the rule, but I can't hepl what I want.

~ Lang Leav

Often the inspiration to write music comes from the voices in your head. You’re not crazy. Just be thankful they are not making you rescue people in 20-degree weather at 2:30 in the morning in the forest.

~ Shannon L. Alder

I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.

~ Kamand Kojouri

What you seem to forget is that I'm not one of the embodiments of evil. I'm one of the embodiments of fear. That means I know what makes evil quake in the light of the sun.

~ Emily Kirby

Secrets are a part of life. Their mysteries make our world beautiful. Their depths inspire our hearts, intrigue our minds, and embrace our very souls.

~ Imania Margria

Your mind is a book, God is the pen.

~ Michael Bassey Johnson

One day she asked me: Is this love? I said: If this is not love, then love is nothing!

~ Avijeet Das

There is this pain of love. You experience it some moments. It begins like a strange gnawing in your heart. It then spreads slowly. Spreads to the whole body. You fall deeply into it. This feeling.

~ Avijeet Das

She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.

~ Avijeet Das

You are the rainbow that adds color to my gray skies.

~ Avijeet Das

We had the longest kisses under the Acacia tree.

~ Avijeet Das

She cured me of my sadness.

~ Avijeet Das

Your gracefulness and feminine charms always so tender, you make my heart smile and wonder!

~ Avijeet Das

She loved me deeply, madly and passionately. She knew no other way!

~ Avijeet Das

She loves me like the star loves the sky.

~ Avijeet Das

Thy eyes hold countless stars yet to be discovered.

~ Avijeet Das

I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities — as if your love could be any more complete. But I write, in the first place,because of you, my muse. I write for your green eyes to glance at my humble words and for the pleasure of hearing you utter them.

~ Kamand Kojouri

In the blackness of the midnight sleep world, immunized from the harsh glare of daytime reality, the active imagination of the soul dances in the mind of a dream weaver. Safely shrouded in the all-encompassing blanket of darkness supplied by nighttime sleep, our secret wishes speak to us by channeling the collective mythology of the primordial mind. During the wee hours of night, right before first light, we summon our personal muse to tell us in operatic fashion what it means to be human. If we listen carefully, our muse’s heart songs shares with us what it means to experience both the tragedy and comedy of life, and encourages us to unreservedly embrace in a moral manner the banality, brutality, beauty, and splendor of nature that occurs eternally in the cosmic world that swaddles us.

~ Kilroy J. Oldster

What magic is this?' the muse says to the man. 'A flower, a dream, a fairy-tale wish,' the man says to his muse. The muse smiles.

~ Adam Scott Wolf

I do not have a problem with people killing themselves, as long as they took at least a hundred years to think about what they are about to do.

~ Mokokoma Mokhonoana

NO MUSE IS GOOD MUSETo be an Artist you need talent, as well as a wifewho washes the socks and the children,and returns phone calls and library books and types.In other words, the reason there are so many moreMen Geniuses than Women Geniuses is not Genius.It is because Hemingway never joined the P.T.A.And Arthur Rubinstein ignored Halloween.Do you think Portnoy's creator sits through children's theatermatinees--on Saturdays?Or that Norman Mailer faced 'driver's ed' failure,chicken pox or chipped teeth?Fitzgerald's night was so tender because the fenderhis teen-ager dented happened when Papa was at a story conference.Since Picasso does the painting, Mrs. Picasso did the toilet training.And if Saul Bellow, National Book Award winner, invited thirty-threefor Thanksgiving Day dinner, I'll bet he had help.I'm sure Henry Moore was never a Cub Scout leader,and Leonard Bernstein never instructed a tricyclerOn becoming a bicycler just before he conducted.Tell me again my anatomy is not necessarily my destiny,tell me my hang-up is a personal and not a universal quandary,and I'll tell you no muse is a good museunless she also helps with the laundry.

~ Rochelle Distelheim

I had to revise all my feelings once again. I pulled out the dregs of affection from the glass of misunderstanding to rebuild my faith. I had to reinvent the cause for love, as it were. It was something I had to draw inside me, a real portrait of her, not just the inspiration but the girl as a whole, with all her shortcomings to be able to love her again.

~ Anuradha Bhattacharyya