Write Quotes - Page 2

I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my feelings, stretch my imagination, earn money.

the caress of each word becoming                 one   with the pagetwisting          beneath the touch of the pen                     forming a trail of permanent kisses                  until they reach me

We write to rekindle the inner spirit.

When a writer's heart is filled with the music of her soul, her words sing.

Open your arms to the world.

All experiences are stories to be told and must be written.

Every child must be taught how to think, read and write.

The more you read, the more you write, and the more you free yourself to do so, the better writer you will become.

I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of my life. If I didn't write them down, I should not probably forget all about them.

Gratefulness heightens awareness.

The gift of knowledge is empowering, but the gift of wisdom is life-changing.

The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell.

Write your sacred story.

I've always been shy physically. This in part tended to keep me from rushing into things, including relationships, headlong. Not rushing headlong, though I may have wanted to, but beginning to write stories about people, I drew near slowly; noting and guessing, apprehending, hoping, drawing my eventual conclusions out of my own heart, I did venture closer to where I wanted to go.

I don’t want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.

This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am writing it now and have thereby changed destiny.

You need to establish a degree of privacy and solitude in order to write

I think today is a day for the heart. What do you think?

Every sword that was dripping the blood became a pen. Every word that was written in it became a poetry.

THE OLD MAN IN THE CORNERThe man in the cornerIs dying with wordsHe's crying to be heardHis days are markedAnd his only ears are birdsHe knows the secret to peaceAnd his experience bleeds and hurtsSomebody stop and listenBefore he departs the earth!Somebody write his thoughtsBefore he hits the turf!His eyes are closing their shuttersAnd he just dropped hisBeads and stick.His breath is leaving us.Please!Somebody hear him out quick!A little girl rushes to him andPicks up his cane of wood.The old man then turns to herAnd faintly whispers,"The key to peace isTo always stay fairAnd be good.

We are the thoughts we choose to keep.

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

I fight evil, and words are my weapons of choice.

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

You have to write down what you really want to do in this life and then you have to write down what you have to do every day to achieve the goal

To bring your dreams into reality, write down all details of your process from A-Z

You need that pride in yourself, as well as a sense, when you are sitting on Page 297 of a book, that the book is going to be read, that somebody is going to care. You can't ever be sure about that, but you need the sense that it's important, that it's not typing; it's writing.

When I write, my soul sings.

Let us make sure that future generation writes our biography.

Educate thyself through reading

Aesthetic enthusiasm. Perception of beauty in the external world, or, on the other hand, in words and their right arrangement. Pleasure in the impact of one sound on another, in the firmness of good prose or the rhythm of a good story. Desire to share an experience which one feels is valuable and ought not to be missed. The aesthetic motive is very feeble in a lot of writers, but even a pamphleteer or writer of textbooks will have pet words and phrases which appeal to him for non-utilitarian reasons; or he may feel strongly about typography, width of margins, etc. Above the level of a railway guide, no book is quite free from aesthetic considerations.

You cannot prove your worth by bylines and busyness.

Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat. Poetry isn’t swimming. Poetry is water.

If certain aspect needs to be inconsistent, it must better be consistently inconsistent throughout the story.

When I used to teach creative writing, I would tell the students to make their characters want something right away - even if it's only a glass of water. Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.

... but I could also write about love. How a hand can silence thousands of voices and how someone’s smell can make you feel at home even though you’re a million miles away fromhomeand have you ever hurt someone you love? Because you’re angry. Because you’re disappointed and sad and you just really wanted to love and be loved in returnbut life got in the way and you both said things that should never be said and you’re angry but don’t know how to. Because you still feel this strange love for him, but you’re also fucking angry and you want to hit him, but then hug him because hurting him is hurting yourself, and then hit him again because you’re angry! and so you fall on your knees because you’re hopeless to yourself and your own emotionsand that’s love, my friend.

The artist must be like that Marine. He has to know how to be miserable. He has to love being miserable.

Her works are said to be too far from reality to be considered real literature. “Why doesn’t she write about life?” the people of Rabbit Back ask.

Action is the ink that writes what you think on the pages of life!

She was in awe of all his work. 'How do you do it?" she asked.He smiled and said, 'By loving you.

Ancient literature is a rich history.

It's not the writing part that's hard. What's hard is sitting down to write.What keeps us from sitting down is Resistance.

Everyone writes with hand, but very few can write with heart

When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles and rhymes and was his only job to put them down? What if he couldn’t get them to make sense, and no one, not even the person he cared for most, could have pleasure in reading it? What would he do?

To be able to influence Tanzanian literature and African literature, and sell our books in Tanzania as well as in our continent, we need to be committed to what we do. And what we do is writing. Write as much as you can. Read as much as you can. Use the library and the internet carefully for research and talk to people, about things that matter. To make a living from writing, and make people read again in Tanzania and Africa; we must write very well, very good stories.

What a writer has to do is write what hasn't been written before or beat dead men at what they have done.

Lead with your heart. The rest will follow.

Write about the beauties of life to create a beautiful society.

I surround myself with books when I write, thus surrounding myself with writers... only they don't critique me and then get up for coffee.

Today ain't in the mood to write... btw my name is Stevy.

Being goal-oriented instead of self-oriented is crucial. I know so many people who want to be writers. But let me tell you, they really don't want to be writers. They want to have been writers. They wish they had a book in print. They don't want to go through the work of getting the damn book out. There is a huge difference.

I want to write something that means something to someone...the reminds them of what a second, a moment, really is...or that assures them that we are just as lost as they are. I want to write an emotion they are too fragile to let loose, so that my words can do the expression for them, the feeling for them. I want to write beyond the basics and the cliches...I want to write you, I want to write a long walk on a starry night, I want to write an exhale or an inhale...or suffocation.I want to write as clear as my voice could be heard...that is, if I had anything to say.

The flower doth not worry, and the tree doth not waver.

The feeling that the work is magnificent, and the feeling that it is abominable, are both mosquitoes to be repelled, ignored, or killed, but not indulged.

Lord I thank you for the gift of breath, eyes to see, ears to hear, tongue to taste, nose to smell, mouth to speak, face to smile, voice to sing, body to dance, legs to walk, mind to think and hands to write.

Good food warms the heart and feeds the soul.

Any experience, which is not written, will be lost in time. Rich literature is lost forever.

Don’t wish the world demanded less of you. Rise up and exceed its standards.

Close your eyes. Hear the silent snow. Listen to your soul speak.

Writers write while dreamers procastinate.