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You're starting to sound a lot like my mother." "Captivating?" Syl said. "Amazing, witty, meaningful?" "Repetitive." "Captivating?" Syl said. "Amazing, witty, meaningful?" "Very funny.
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
To Fate, a fickle mistress whose sense of justice is exceeded only by her sense of humor.
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme."
"Bizarre and adorable?"
"Just like you."
"With rings in your pockets and bells on your toes"
"Ooh, I should really invest in some toes bells.
I do things on a whim.
Something which, for want of a more definite term at present, I must be permitted to be called queer; but which Mr. Coleridge would have called mystical, Mr. Kant pantheistical, Mr. Carlyle twistical, and Mr. Emerson hyperquizzitistical.
Laughing in my ear is a muse amused by how I paint her whims on paper with silly words.
With the word creative we stand under a mystery. And from time to time that mystery, as if it were a sun, sends down upon one head or another, a sudden shaft of light - by grace, one feels, rather than deserving, for it always is something given, free, unsought, unexpected.
Creativity is all around us, and some of the funniest, most beautiful, and touching moments happen when you least expect it.
Laughter! I remember laughter. I did laughter a lot, he thought. These colours spinning around them are matching their mirth, changing from moment to moment, flaring out as they run and throw and catch. There are silver joy-waves rippling about them
Wit is an intermittent fountain; kindness is a perennial spring.
Beautiful. Jules once thought he'd understood what the word meant. He now believed it overused. Some word needed to be kept in reserve for the rare, the arresting, the surprising ... the magical. Or a new one invented.
A disgruntled reflection on my own life as a sort of desperate improvisation in which I was constantly trying to make something coherent from conflicting elements to fit rapidly changing settings.
Shorn of intimacy and seen from a considerable distance, we are all comic characters, farcical buffoons who bumble through our lives, making fine messes as we go, but when you get close, the ridiculous quickly fades into the sordid or the tragic or the merely sad. [p. 73]
Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.'
'It's the most we can hope for.
I don't know how to describe my sense of humor.
The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love. In the morning mist, hazy and amorous, London was delirious. London squinted as it floated along, milky pink, without caring where it was going.
Give your mind as long as possible to come up with something original.
The present moment is creative, creating with an unheard-of intensity.
Open your creative heart like an unfurling flower and petal and share your exquisiteness.
Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.
Many species of wit are quite mechanical; these are the favorites of witlings, whose fame in words scarce outlives the remembrance of their funeral ceremonies.
Forms which are in themselves quite ugly turn up fortuitously, without design, in such incredible surroundings that they sparkle with a sudden wondrous poetry.
Ah, art! Ah, life! The pendulum swinging back and forth, from complex to simple, again to complex. From romantic to realistic, back to romantic.
Wonderful; such an active word - to be full of wonder.
Life is like a snowflake - transient, translucent, adventurous, ephemeral, and beautiful.
Some have the temperament and tastes of genius, without its creative power. They feel acutely, but express tamely.
How happy I would be if I could give figurative expression to the unconscious feeling that often murmurs so softly and sweetly within me.
Something soft and wild and free, something that whispered to the ear on the pillow, lightened the heart, softly, softly picked the lock, slid the bolts, and released the prisoned spirit of man into the wind, into the blue and gold, into the morning, into the morning!
The world is filled with colours galore, each day is a colourful festivity.
The whimsicalness of our own humor is a thousand times more fickle and unaccountable than what we blame so much in fortune.
You are a powerhouse of creativity; you were born magnificently expressive, available and aware. Before you had the words for it, you had an intrinsic sense of urgency because you knew down in your bones that the stakes are high.
Humor is the pensiveness of wit.
almost exquisite, the slight madness
Life is a mysterious and witty intermingling of fate and events
How pregnant sometimes his replies are. A happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of.
Witty, brooding, contemplative, explosive: take your pick.
Like a rose, life is charming and beautiful. By spreading fragrance, we make it meaningful.
Ecstatic absurdity: it's the confrontation with meaninglessness.
Today it's economically crucial and personally rewarding to create something that is also beautiful, whimsical, or emotionally engaging.
Wamblecropt is the most exquisite word in the English language. Say it. Each syllable is intolerably beautiful.
I confess I found it somewhat insipid when I last went ... it was all so prosy - so bonnety - so whisty and teacuppy - you see, the adjectives for it do not even exist, and I must invent them.
World-comedy of Love's contriving - naive fools of fancy, passionately weaving the cords that are to strangle passion.
The world is Absolutely Brilliant. Difficult sometimes. Confusing often. But humorous almost always.
Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous.
If you don't have imagination you're lost. But it's a virtue that's becoming increasingly rare, especially in its higher form: spontaneity. Mad, happy spontaneity.
Kindness went out to play all on a summer's day. With her about many smiles came out and joined in sweet array.
In the garden everything was wonderfully clear and still. The birds were chirping so energetically that Sophie could hardly keep from laughing. The morning dew twinkled in the grass like drops of crystal. Once again she was struck by the incredible wonder of the world.
To express my sincere ardor
for the beauty of nature,
I was so colloquial
in saying that "I am batshit passionate
for enchanting gardens
inspirational,motivational
Creativity is encountering something unexpected
so wondrous wild, the whole might seem
the scenery of a fairy dream
life is a series of sweet coincidences
Express your feelings, no matter what. Make your every word beautiful, bright, and lovely. Make your every thought creative, caring, and lively.
Generous in spirit, richly poetic, and packed with memorable characters.
I'm a little goofy sometimes; I can get a little wacky.
Mandy loved the smell of a sunny day after a night of rain. The sun hit the orange puddles, the overgrown, soft, green grass on her lawn, and it beamed down through the orange steel mill smog, sending otherworldly, bizarre shadows across the concrete sidewalk.
You're not enjoying yourself," Syl said. "You're starting to sound a lot like my mother." "Captivating?" Syl said. "Amazing, witty, meaningful?" "Repetitive." "Captivating?" Syl said. "Amazing, witty, meaningful?" "Very funny." "Says the man not laughing," she replied, folding her arms.
The world is: fun, and familiar, and healthful, and unbelievably refreshing, and lovely. And it is the theater of the spiritual; it is the multiform utterly obedient to a mystery.
I am sentimental,' she said. 'I could dissect a koala but not its baby. I like the words damozel, eglantine, elegant. I love when you kiss my elongated white hand.
Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.
This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world.
A happy entanglement of warm limbs and warmer love. A physical and psychological merging that conjured a kind of inner light, a bio-emotional phosphorescence that was overwhelming in its gorgeousness.
Few know the joys that spring from a disinterested curiosity. It is like a cheerful spirit that leads us through worlds filled with what is true and fair, which we admire and love because it is true and fair.
The world is grand, awfully big and astonishingly beautiful, frequently thrilling.
Creativity is a continual surprise.
The cream of enjoyment in this life is always impromptu. The chance walk; the unexpected visit; the unpremeditated journey; the unsought conversation or acquaintance.
It's funny about imagination, how it
Indescribably delirious!
In my serious work I am striving for the essence of things and for goals which are possibly unobtainable. On the other hand, everything humorous has great attraction for me, and a childish streak leads me into all kinds of frivolous endeavour.
Wit is an explosion of the compound spirit.
Unusual yet beautiful. Provocative while remaining elegant.
That wit is truly amiable, which gladdens and enlivens every thing, which shines with a lustre gentle, but not faint, and powerful, but not glaring.
No fairy tale, this. This was by no stretch of the imagination a polished fantasy. This was a searing, living force, rough around the edges, unfamiliar and bittersweet.
And precious.
An echo of music, a face in the street, the wafer of the new moon, a wanton thought - only in the iridescence of things the vagabond soul is happy.
Life is full of disparate details arbitrarily joined together by dreams, pain and yearning. I do not long for sense, but I call for emotion and imagination amidst this chaos.
elegance and euphoria
A random act of violence," his mother called it. "A totally senseless thing." Unnecessary qualifiers, he sometimes wants to tell her, as the universe is random and senseless place.
Sawbeaked epitome of bodiless Idea, tossed by gusts of ether, dive Through abstract mists and raid the sea of fact Eat rich strange fish, grow long bright feathers, press Form's flesh around thought's rib, and so derive From the act of beauty, beauty of the act.
Curious, sometimes, how one's thoughts seemed to swing in a kaleidoscope. It happened to me now. A bewildering shuffling and reshuffling of memories, of events. Then the mosaic settled into its true pattern.
What beauty there is in words; what a lurking curious charm in the sound some words.
Humans need to be a little crazy, spontaneous, unusual, free-flowing, and creative.
The sweetest softest melody, as good a sound as the laughter of a pretty girl, or your mother calling you to dinner.
CHERFUL IN ALL WEATHERS, NEVER SHERKED A TASK, SPLENDID BEHAVIOUR.
She is delightfully chaotic; a beautiful mess. Loving her is a splendid adventure.
The recalling of beautiful things, whether they are your own experiences or the acheivements of others, is a creative act. Simple ideas can be restated by rote; but profound ideas must be recreated by will and imagination.
Like a kite, carried by the wind, he followed her into the fluffy white clouds of her imagination. He didn't think her silly for living in the sky, but rather, he marveled at the wondrous life she had created on the outskirts of reality. He knew her love would elevate him to new emotional heights.
Navigating this new world made Sunny feel like Dorothy stepping out from her black-and-white house into a world of color so bright it didn't seem real. Everything in this world seems like a dream.
How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad.
How sweet is yesterday's noise
satisfyingly dizzying
Fortuitous, unexpected beauty is the best beauty because it is unique, and what is unique is remembered.
Human lives are conmposed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of an individual's life.
I've got an adjective that just fits you.
What so wild as words are?
Some people like to say serendipitous. I like to say magical.
Something that just came out of me. It was a bit of mischief.
Through humour, we see in what seems rational, the irrational; in what seems important, the unimportant
Nature is a mere pretext for a decorative composition, plus sentiment. It suggests emotion, and I translate that emotion into art.
Oh! the joy Of young ideas painted on the mind, In the warm glowing colors fancy spreads On objects not yet known, when all is new, And all is lovely.
Now and again we would happen to step out of the familiar universe into a sudden sharp shock of sweetly scented air, sudden as spilled perfume, piercing as crystal, dark and sweet as the sound of oboes.