4,594 Quotes About Creativity

If you were writing a book to be published, you might be restrained by the fear that your wild imaginings might drive some people crazy. As it is, you are free, you can go off in any direction whatsoever, so long as the flame in your mind burns that way.

Whereever a poet is born enduringdepends on the frailest of chances: Who listened to your murmuring over your little rubbish who let you bewho gave you the books who let you know you were not alone

NEVER DOUBT THE POWER OF PAIN.PAIN CAN HELP YOU SEE LIFE WITH CLARITY, IT CAN BOOST YOUR MIND AND INCREASE CREATIVITY,AND IT CAN HELP YOU ACHIEVE SUCCESS AND PROSPERITY.

ALWAYS BELIEVE IN THE POWER OF PAIN.PAIN CAN HELP YOU SEE LIFE WITH CLARITY, IT CAN BOOST YOUR MIND AND INCREASE CREATIVITY,AND IT CAN HELP YOU ACHIEVE SUCCESS AND PROSPERITY.

A narrow hallway is all that separates rational from irrational, creativity from insanity, and intelligence from stupidity.

Your ingenuity will remain dormant until it is provoked

The most sacred ritual a songwriter must honour is this daily offering to creativity. It can be five hours in a dedicated space or five minutes in a window seat on a plane, but it must be done. Write your heart and do it every day, first thing in the morning if you can. Everything else is icing on the proverbial cake.

Don’t try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourselfand let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.Let your very identity be your book.Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.

We must account for the life that we lived. A person inevitably will ask himself or herself on their deathbed, ‘what was the aim of my life,’ ‘what did I accomplish,’ ‘what did I not accomplish,’ ‘what would I alter if I could live my life all over again’? What we discover on our deathbeds is that material luxuries afford no solace. We cannot purchase, possess, or legally acquire what is pure: love, beauty, truth, goodness, and imagination.