Muses Quotes
Muses Quote of the day
When you can inspire a muse, you've got it going on.
I had only to open my bedroom window, and blue air, love, and flowers entered with her”.
Solving crimes is like following a spider web. Everything is connected in some way. It's just figuring out where things intersect so I can find the spider in the middle.
Last night, I was a mad man searching for a whiff of your fragrance. The stars and the moon even laughed at me.
Why don't you come with me to the station? We can talk, and I'll treat you to a bad cup of coffee." "You make it sound pretty tempting.
The nine Greek Muses, awakened again for this generation of man and meant to inspire mankind forward in the sciences and the arts.
She kissed his chest. "Thanks for letting me into your heart." He tucked her hair behind her ear. "You walked in like you had a key.
Flirting and foreplay came easy to Erica. Before she’d turned twenty, Erato awakened inside her. Erato was the Greek Muse of Lyrics… and Erotic Poetry. She had a gift for inspiring passion.
He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Two hours isn’t going to be enough time.” She grinned, rocking her hips. “We’d better make it count.
Stretch out your tongue and let the words drip on the world like savage shooting muses, never, never to be forgotten, if once fallen on earth, they stand in glittery defloration.
When the lyrical muse sings the creative pen dances.
I will not stop singingthe Muses who set me dancing.
A true leader leads for the sake of love and his knowledge of the path, a bad leader redirects his followers to the path of destruction.
We hold hands together delicately and sublimely and look longingly into each other’s eyes.
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.
Dawn is a friend of the muses, even if they aren't awake to appreciate it.
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.
I kept reaching for my muses, my wandering muses, floatingon clouds filled with their passions.”(Muses of Wandering Passions, p. 64)
Change is possible if you allow it to happen. Nothing in life is constant