Devotion Quotes

“Why do we write? A chorus erupts.
Because we cannot simply live.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“We would all like to believe that we came from nowhere but ourselves, every gesture is our own. But then we find we belong to the history and fate of a long line of beings that also may have wished to be free.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“Why is one compelled to write? To set oneself apart, cocooned, rapt in solitude, despite the wants of others. Virginia Woolf had her room. Proust his shuttered windows. Marguerite Duras her muted house. Dylan Thomas his modest shed. All seeking an emptiness to imbue with words. The words that will penetrate virgin territory, crack unclaimed combinations, articulate the infinite. The words that formed Lolita, The Lover, Our Lady of the Flowers.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“Tearing things apart (is) a powerful aspect of human nature.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“I climb the side of a volcano carved from ice, heat drawn from the well of devotion that is the female heart.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“Some things melt before they become memories.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“..slowly I discerned a familiar shift in my concentration. That compulsion that prohibits me from completely surrendering to a work of art, drawing me from the halls of a favored museum to my own drafting table. Pressing me to close Songs of Innocence in order to experience, as Blake, a glimpse of the divine that may also become a poem.
That is the decisive power of a singular work:a call to action. And I, time and again, am overcome with the hubris to believe I can answer that call”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“Fate has a hand but is not the hand.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“The priest had been kind but could not draw her out. Instead she chose to tell her story in the greater church, the green cathedral that is nature. For nature too is holy, more holy than the icons, more holy than the relics of saints. These were dead things compared to the most insignificant living thing. The fox knows this, and the deer, and the pine.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“When does it cease to be something beautiful, a faithful aspect of the heart, to become off-center, slightly off the axis, and then hurled into an obsessional void?”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“Why do we write? A chorus erupts.
Because we cannot simply live.”
― Patti Smith, Dévotion

“I can examine how, but not why, I wrote what I did, or why I had so perversely deviated from my original path. Can one, tracking and successfully collaring a criminal, truly comprehend the criminal mind? Can we truly separate the how and the why?”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“Theirs was a story that could not resolve, only unravel.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“A language without words, where the mind must bow to instinct”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“It occurs to me that the young look beautiful as they sleep and the old, such as myself, look dead.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“I seldom visit people's homes, for despite the hospitality offered I often suffer a feeling of confinement or imagined pressure.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“There are stacks of notebooks that speak of years of aborted efforts, deflated euphoria, a relentless pacing of the boards. We must write, engaging in a myriad of struggles, as if breaking in a willful foal. We must write, but not without consistent effort and a measure of sacrifice: to channel the future, to revisit childhood, and to rein in the follies and horrors of the imagination for a pulsating race of readers.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“The process of boarding a plane without a book produces a wave of panic. The right book can serve as a docent of sorts, setting a tone or even altering the course of a journey.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“she experienced the melancholy luxury of solitary joy”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“What is the dream? To write something fine, that would be better than I am, and that would justify my trials and indiscretions. To offer proof, through a scramble of words, that God exists.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“The unexpected gift suggested small hopes, a vague but promising human connection. She felt a delight but also a fear of it, for it momentarily seemed to eclipse her impatience to skate. She lived only for skating, she told herself; there was no room for anything else. Not love, school, or scraping the walls of memory. Negotiating a bouquet of confusion, the lace on her skate broke in her hand. She quickly knotted it, then unfastened the skirt of her new coat and stepped onto the ice.

-I am Eugenia, she said, to no one in particular.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“He wrote of lifting her in the air and delighting in the fact that she had his mother’s eyes, deep brown eyes that seemed to contain everything.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“Stirred by a chorus of sensations, she was at once liberated and trapped.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“The confession booth is not wide enough to hold my sins. It is but a small boat in the center of a terrible sea.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“And that’s how I became Philadelphia, she wrote later in her journal. Like the city of freedom. Yet I was not free. Hunger is its own warden.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“It cost me a lot, she was thinking, not with regret, but with pride.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“I felt helplessly at peace. The rain dissipated. My shoes were muddied. There was an absence of light, but not of love.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“One could not help but thank the gods for apportioning Camus with a righteous and judicious pen.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“Having no past we have only present and future. We would all like to believe that we came from nowhere but ourselves, every gesture is our own. But then we find we belong to the history and fate of a long line of beings that also may have wished to be free”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“Free of all expectation or desire, she spun, and was at once the loom, the thread, the strand of gold”
― Patti Smith, Devotion