Beautiful Lyrical Quotes

#1. Fiction and poetry are my first loves, but the really beautiful lyrical essay can do so much that other forms cannot.

Chris Abani

#2. I have a kind of boring personal life, to the paparazzi anyway, and I don't hang with the cool crowd.

Diane Kruger

#3. Incredible. It is just incredible that you can notice something like that when your face is so cold you can't feel it anymore, and you know perfectly well you are surrounded by death, and the only way to stay alive is to endure the howling wind and hold your course. And still the sky is beautiful.

Elizabeth Wein

#4. I read 'Sabella or The Blood Stone' by Tanith Lee, which was hugely influential to me. I love Tanith's writing. She's just really lyrical, beautiful use of language.

Holly Black

#5. Daemon spoke in his language. The lyrical quality of his words made no sense to me.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"There's really no translation for it," he said, "but the closest human words would be, you are beautiful to me.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#6. prestidigitator,

Jay Samit

#7. The domain of the imagination is reality.

Guillaume Apollinaire

#8. Directing is such a crucial part of the writing process; you start directing and you see what does not work. "Oh, God, what was I thinking?" and then you can rearrange it.

Conor McPherson

#9. Erik: Are you very tired?
Christine: Oh, tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead.
Erik: Your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night.

Gaston Leroux

#10. Words, you see," he said, looking at me again, "allow us to make permanent what is essentially transient.Turn a world filled with injustice and hurt into a place that is beautiful and lyrical.

Vaddey Ratner

#11. Achieving excellence is being passionate about what you're doing and working so hard that they have to hire two people to replace you.

Charlie Trotter

#12. A land of brass and steel and clockwork, of steam airships, cogs that turned and wheels that spun.

Emma Trevayne

#13. The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.

Rabindranath Tagore

#14. Other than this, the room was entirely still, as if such a grand clock had stolen even the time it took for a dustmote to float across a sunbeam, needing every minute, every second it could find.

Emma Trevayne