Muse Quotes

There is no architect Can build as the Muse can; She is skilful to select Materials for her plan.

Health is the first muse, comprising the magical benefits of air, landscape, and bodily exercise on the mind.

My muse is an ungrateful harlot who’s abandoned me to actually come up with my own plots.

A lot of the time you just have to follow your creative muse and do what you think is best for the story.

A muse comes down from Mount Olympus and changes my attitude, cheering me up - it's an inner intuition, suddenly giving a breakthrough to be able to move ahead.

Let my muse Fail of thy former helps, and only use Her inadulterate strength. What's done by me Hereafter shall smell of the lamp, not thee.

How sublime Upon a time-blanch’d cliff to muse, and, while The eagle glories in a sea of air, To mingle with the scene around! - Survey The sun-warm heaven.

You're best when you're not in charge. The ego locks the muse.

It sounds insane, I know, but I think that - I'm so lucky because I basically am my own muse.

Let passion be your muse. Let her guide and teach you to trust your instincts.

Wouldn't that be wonderful if I could do that? And that way, I could walk with the muse, rather than walk without her. The novel would write itself.

Philosophy is a bad master for poetry; religion worse; and politics self-serving will never serve the Muse.

There are a couple of poems I've written with masculine muses, very often the muse to me is a female.

I'm not sure why my muse is female, except when I am deliberately playing against that figure.

It's as if I'm setting aside the husband and son, you know, the patriarchal world, for the world of the muse. This is the world of writing.

My muse is very often, in my mind, a nagger. She nags me.

I'm surrounded by men, and the muse is complaining that I have neglected her.

When I write, I put aside the heterosexual world to admit a muse that is a woman-loving-woman female.

I have a muse who's very powerful, but I'm still a hopeless deadbeat of a poet.

I'm always resisting [my muse]. I'm resisting her power.

It's why muse is so impatient with me. I don't ever go to her until after the teaching or whatever is over.

Even after the mothering dropped because my son grew up, the writing - the muse - was always the third wheel, the lowest on the priority list.

I get really antsy if I stay in one place too long. Universal was really supportive and understood that I needed to go across the Atlantic to reinvent myself and to find my voice, my muse.

I am tired of loving a foreign muse.

So I fancy my Muse says, when I wish to die, Oh no, Oh no, we are not yet friends enough, And Virtue also says: We are not yet friends enough.

I think I approach all of my writing in the same way. I mean, it's my job, and I'm committed to it. I don't just float around and wait for some muse to call.

I think people inspire me the most. If I meet a person who is incredibly complex, and all of a sudden, I start thinking in rhymes, that person could be a muse.

Discipline is what makes a writer. If writing was like lifting weights, then I'd look like Mr. Universe. Write every day. Give the Muse a chance to get to know you.

I guess my husband is a muse as well.

There is no muse of philosophy, nor is there one of translation.

The Muse herself makes some men inspired, from whom a chain of other men is strung out who catch their own inspiration from theirs.

Never durst a poet touch a pen to writeUntil his ink was tempered with love's sighs.

I'm just a wretched half-blood girl caught in a storm."Akil tasted his wine and smiled. "Muse, you are the storm.

Akil, humans have these wonderful little things we like to cling onto, called souls. The jury’s still out as to whether demons have them, I sincerely doubt you do." ~ Muse.

Today I fed him right off the bat, and only checked Facebook twice.

Get off that damn chair and pull yourself together. You're supposed to be an ageless creature of chaos and all I'm getting right now is sulking city boy.

Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

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

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

Writing is the best anti-depressant.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.