A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
The mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this power arises from within...could this influence be durable in its original purity and force, it is impossible to predict the greatness of the result; but when composition begins, inspiration is already on the decline; and the most glorious poetry that has been communicated to the world is probably a feeble shadow of the original conceptions of the poet.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Inspiration is fleeting and can fade quickly; the true power of creativity comes from within and is often lost in the act of creation.
This quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley suggests that the creative process is often influenced by an ephemeral spark of inspiration, akin to a coal that can ignite brightly but ultimately fades. Shelley implies that the purest and most potent ideas may diminish once they are put into form, especially through poetry, leading to a final result that may not fully embody the original vision or potential of the artist's thoughts.
Themes
InspirationCreativityPoetryArtProcess
In practice
Example use cases
A writer might quote this to inspire fellow authors at a literary conference.
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