#ear

I actually started singing those songs six or seven years ago, when I was an opening act for Frank Sinatra. ↗

— Pia Zadora

#actually #ago #frank #frank sinatra #i

I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling that makes you forget about gravity for an hour. ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#beautiful-chaos #creative-process #creativity #heartbreak #inspiration

For, to my mind, this is a certain principle, that nothing is here treated of but the visible form of the world. He who would learn astronomy, and other recondite arts, let him go elsewhere. (on commenting the text of Genesis 1:6) ↗

— Jean Calvin

#astronomy #calvin #genesis #art

The whole point about vision is that it's very individual, it's very personal, and it has to be confessional. It has to be something which hurts - the pulling out of it and putting it on the page hurts. Art can be about the individual writer's response to his or her condition, and if that response comes out of a predigested belief about what the audience wants to hear about the writer's condition, then it has no truth, it has no validity. You either write with your own blood or nobody's. Otherwise it's just ink. ↗

— Clive Barker

#writing-from-the-heart #art

I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly. ...I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken. ↗

— Carolyn Turgeon

#fairy #godmother #heart #heartbreak #wings

The best of all lost arts is honesty ↗

— Mark Twain

#honesty #integerity #purity-of-heart #art

The Earth is a canvas, and God is the artist. ↗

— Emmy B.

#canvas #earth #god #art

Art is ment to travel from your heart to your head and out through your fingers... ↗

— Kelly Bingham

#artist #head #heart #mind #art

I yet beseech your majesty,-- If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak,--that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath deprived me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer, A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#king-lear #art

Fear is felt by writers at every level. Anxiety accompanies the first word they put on paper and the last. ↗

— Ralph Keyes

#courage #creativity #fear #risks #writers