lost creativity Quotes

The graveyard is the richest place on earth, because it is here that you will find all the hopes and dreams that were never fulfilled, the books that were never written, the songs that were never sung, the inventions that were never shared, the cures that were never discovered, all because someone was too afraid to take that first step, keep with the problem, or determined to carry our their dream.

The graveyard is the richest place on the surface of the earth because there you will see the books that were not published, ideas that were not harnessed, songs that were not sung, and drama pieces that were never acted.

Something awful happens to a person who grows up as a creative kid and suddenly finds no creative outlet as an adult.

Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.

Graveyards are filled with books that were never written, songs that were never sung, words that were never spoken, things that were never done.

We sometimes have a flash of understanding that amounts to the insight of genius, and yet it slowly withers, even in our hands - like a flower. The form remains, but the colours and the fragrance are gone.

Every day thousands of people bury good ideas because they are afraid to act on them.And afterwards, the ghosts of these ideas come back to haunt them.

I loved to write when I was a child. I wrote, but I always thought it was something that you did as a child, then you put away childish things.

In most men there exists a poet who died young, whom the man survived.

Deserted libraries hold the shades of writers who worked within, and are haunted by their absence.

Art, music, and philosophy are merely poignant examples of what we might have been had not the priests and traders gotten hold of us.

Writing songs is like capturing birds without killing them. Sometimes you end up with nothing but a mouthful of feathers.

I've lost much of my heart and the spark or fire that once 'created,' or produced, the art of fiction.

To be in Florence is to reflect on Europe's intricate diversity - and its lost creativity.

It's easier to replace a dead man than a good picture.

The key question isn't "What fosters creativity?" But why in God's name isn't everyone creative? Where was the human potential lost? How was it crippled? I think therefore a good question might not be why do people create? But why do people not create or innovate? We have got to abandon that sense of amazement in the face of creativity, as if it were a miracle that anybody created anything.

I would especially like to re-court the Muse of poetry, who ran off with the mailman four years ago, and drops me only a scribbled postcard from time to time.

For me, none of the albums after 'Tusk' quite had it. I think we lost something after that.

The more we know about how we lost our spontaneous wonder and creativity, the more we can find ways to get them back.