I thought originally when I was in school and I wanted to be a poet, I knew that poets seemed to be miserable.
Sadness takes up the pen more readily than joy.
As poets, our lamentations are glorious, filled with the virtues angles would learn to envy.
Common one, my illuminated one, oh my high in the art of suffering. Take a walk with me.
By changing our inner state of mind, we can change any suffering or hardship into a source of joy, regarding it as a means for forging and developing our lives. To turn even sorrow into a source of creativity - this is the way of life of a Buddhist
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In sorrow.
To tell of disappointment and misery, to thicken the darkness of futurity, and perplex the labyrinth of uncertainty, has been always a delicious employment of the poets
I'm saddest when I sing.
In art there are tears that lie too deep for thought.
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such integrity.
Oftentimes, especially in the context of an acoustic song, I'm motivated to write by some amount of melancholy.
To finish is sadness to a writer — a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn't really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.
