Writers And Writing Quotes - Page 2

Identifying as a writer is a matter of self-acceptance. It's not a thing that can be given to you, or bestowed upon you. You are a writer if you write. That's it. If what you are seeking is to be acknowledged as a writer by other people, many of them strangers, you're in for a demoralizing journey. It is a silly club where those who have been 'accepted' are loathe to permit others into. It's sort of like how we Americans love denying our own immigrant origins while railing against immigration.

Being a writer brings out a sassy woman inside me, and I love her so.

Writing heals my heart like no pill ever could.

It’s one of those times when the question is its own answer…. The writing is itself the solution to the inability to write!

Writing is self-pleasure

The power of the writer is to capture the thoughts live and present them as they appeared in his mind

When I write sometimes I strike gold, sometimes I labor in vain and keep producing rubbish

If you are afraid of the critics you will never write a word

Writing is a bitch. It's an itch that I love to scratch.

Every book is worth reading. If it cannot make you wiser it will make you a critic

Many writers write because they’ve been there, seen that, did it and burnt their fingers

Today almost everybody is a writer, the enormous publish button on blogs and websites begs you everywhere to click on it! And bam you are a writer. To hell with agents and publishing houses and rejection letters. Immortality for you is on the click of a mouth! We are advancing at the speed of light! You can become an author at 140 characters. To hell with long winding sentences and long hours of scratching the head, the immortals of today instantly get a "like" and they instantly enter the pantheon! They seat side by side Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, St Paul, Buddha, Martin Luther, Rousseau, Bangambiki…

You cannot write if you are not on fire

People speak even after their death. Only do speak those who have recorded their speech in writing before they die, the rest go silent forever

My fingers burn behind the keys of my typewriter, the lettering fading with every thoughtful strike. The many words I write I dare not stall; my mind perpetually alert for my magnum opus call.

Each of us wages a private battle to thrive. Whenever a person fully immerses oneself in life’s aromatic flower garden of pleasures and encounters life’s warship of armor-plated rigors, they blend and bend to make reasonable accommodations for surviving. Scripted and unscripted encounters with superior militant forces bruise us mightily and eventually cut us to the core. Every person’s life contains a minefield of obstacles that function as potential barriers to achieving our ultimate manifestation. The expended labor of continuously hefting oneself over one contentious hurdle after another is what leads a conscientious person onto the path of needing to write in order to create emotional poultices to ameliorate painful wounds.

You never know what you will write until you write it