38 Quotes About Mus

You’ve probably heard the saying that ‘it takes a village to raise a child.’ Or perhaps you’ve heard of the adage that ‘a friend in need is a friend indeed.’ Regardless, you might have also heard the saying ‘it takes two to tango.’ The truth of the matter is that it does indeed take two people to make a relationship work. Whether it be business, friendship, or any other type of relationship, there are two people involved. So here are some great quotes about relationships, especially about marriage.

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For this will cure him that is sick, and rouse him that is in dumps; one that has loved, it will remember of it; one that has not, it will instruct. For there was never any yet that wholly could escape love, and never shall there be any, never so long as beauty shall be, never so long as eyes can see. But help me that God to write the passions of others; and while I write, keep me in my own right wits. Longus
He was no god, just an artist; and when an...
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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
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You're not crazy." She was serious, no hint of a smile. He cocked a brow. "And how do you know that?"" I cut hair for a living." Her dark eyes glinted with playfulness, easing some of his jacked-up nerve. "I see crazy all the time. You're not it. Lisa Kessler
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I kept reaching for my muses, my wandering muses, floatingon clouds filled with their passions.”( Muses of Wandering Passions, p. 64) Chimnese Davids
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Muses are fickle, and many a writer, peering into the voice, has escaped paralysis by ascribing the creative responsibility to a talisman: a lucky charm, a brand of paper, but most often a writing instrument. Am I writing well? Thank my pen. Am I writing badly? Don't blame me blame my pen. By such displacements does the fearful imagination defend itself. Anne Fadiman
The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical...
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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
Dawn is a friend of the muses, even if they...
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Dawn is a friend of the muses, even if they aren't awake to appreciate it. Kimberly Morgan
What you seem to forget is that I'm not one...
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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
You are lovelier than all the roses in the world.
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You are lovelier than all the roses in the world. Avijeet Das
We hold hands together delicately and sublimely and look longingly...
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We hold hands together delicately and sublimely and look longingly into each other’s eyes. Avijeet Das
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Women, he would say, are not Muses. Muses are Muses. To confuse one with the other is to mistake the Devouring Void for the Seminal Light. Earthly Women and the Muses are ancient, sworn enemies. The battlefield is the Creative Male. On the one side is the encampment of Discordia, of Diana, of Venus located in his Heart and in his Groin. On the other is the Bastion of Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia and Urania, in his Brain and in his Mind. The Muses are tolerant and understanding of border raids, skirmishes, and harassing maneuvers. Throughout the history of the Male Light, there have been few painters, few writers, who have not had a She Who Must Be Accommodated. For some it was their mothers. For many their wives, their mistresses, their girlfriends. For many it was their daughters, a favourite waitress, a stripper, a whore. To the Muses, they are all one. Mother, whore, wife, daughter, stripper, waitress, mistress, girlfriend. Dave Sim
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And they spoke of their Antigonie, who they called Go, as if she were a friend. Leo hadn't yet written any music, but he had made drawings on butcher paper stolen from the kitchen. They curled around his walls, intricate doodles, extensions of the boy's own lean, slight body. The shape of Leo's jaw in profile, devestating. The way he gnawed his fingernails to the crescents, the fine shining hairs down the center of his nape, the smell of him, up close, pure and clean, bleaching. The ones made for music are the most beloved of all. Their bodies a container for the spirit within; the best of them is music, the rest only instrument of flesh and bone. The weather conspired. Snow fell softly in the windows. It was too cold to be out for long. The world colorless, a dreamscape, a blank page, the linger of woodsmoke on the back of the tongue. Lauren Groff
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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. Michael Bassey Johnson
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I will not stop singingthe Muses who set me dancing. Anne Carson
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David Bowie was my creative northstar, a muse, an inspiration to me from the age of 8. He was a special soul on a mission, and the mission is now complete. I know he is truly home now among the stars. Eileen Anglin
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When the lyrical muse sings the creative pen dances. Aberjhani
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The world of technology has made it easier for people to get in touch with their modern muses regardless of the genres that they are trying to utilize and even if they create a new genre based on a mixing of others. The potential for modern-day muses is as vast as individual creativity. Kytka HilmarJezek
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Sitting to think of what to write will only set your ass on fire, give you headache, twist your face to look stupid, instead, walk around with a blank mind and something from somewhere will fill it up. Michael Bassey Johnson
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Mistress Creation keeps calling my name... i long for her, and she, for me... we will be reunited soon. In the interim, i bide my time dreaming of her, writing about her and stretching her across the vast landscape of my imagination. "Soon", i whisper to her, "Soon Jaeda DeWalt
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The boys were amazed that I could make such a poem as that out of my own head, and so was I, of course, it being as much a surprise to me as it could be to anybody, for I did not know that it was in me. If any had asked me a single day before if it was in me, I should have told them frankly no, it was not. That is the way with us; we may go on half of our life not knowing such a thing is in us, when in reality it was there all the time, and all we needed was something to turn up that would call for it. Mark Twain
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Writing is the light of imagination playing over shadow of thoughts. Khaled Talib
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When you can inspire a muse, you've got it going on. Lisa Kessler
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I'm the king of bad ideas. Lisa Kessler
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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. Lisa Kessler
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The nine Greek Muses, awakened again for this generation of man and meant to inspire mankind forward in the sciences and the arts. Lisa Kessler
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He twisted the heavy gold ring around his finger. It had been in his family for generations, passed down to each eldest child along with the family mission of once again ushering in the Golden Age of Man. His great-great-grandfather had been the first of their Order to make physical progress toward the ultimate goal: to free the powerful prisoners from the center of the Earth. Lisa Kessler
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Every generation, the nine daughters of Zeus are reborn, and with their rebirth are also nine Guardians. They will be marked by the gods, and given gifts to protect his treasure. Their abilities will only be unlocked when they find their muse. Lisa Kessler
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Scars and a thrill seeker. Gods help her... Lisa Kessler
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The Order of the Titans had agreed with his assessment. This generation, the Order would be successful where previous generations had failed, because this time they would steal mankind's inspiration. They would kill the muses for the greater good.... For the good of mankind. Lisa Kessler
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I am no writer. Her sparkling eyes made my fingers write words in the sand, Her radiant smile made my pen write words in the air. Her beautiful soul made my typewriter type poems for eternity. I am no writer. Avijeet Das
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I am no writer. Her sparkling eyes made my fingers write words in the sand. Her radiant smile made my pen write words in the air. Her beautiful soul made my typewriter type poems for eternity. I am no writer. Avijeet Das
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Like a splendid mosaic of myriad colors, she in all her hues of sensitivity would paint her feelings in your mind’s gray skies. She was the butterfly making you run after her. She was the Zahir, a mirage that transcended borders and time-zones. Avijeet Das
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Last night, I was a mad man searching for a whiff of your fragrance. The stars and the moon even laughed at me. Avijeet Das
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I get a kick out of cursing people for life on Sundays. Emily Kirby
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Your eyes make me pick up my pen and write. Avijeet Das
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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. Lisa Kessler
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I had only to open my bedroom window, and blue air, love, and flowers entered with her”. Marc Chagall