Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing to writing. All آپ do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway
Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five یا six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card
For me, writing is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann
The hardest thing about writing is writing.
-Nora Ephron
If a writer falls in love with you, آپ can never die.
-Mik Everett
Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what آپ have to say. It’s the one and only thing آپ have to offer.
-Barbara Kingsolver
I am irritated سے طرف کی my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
-Gustave Flaubert
There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money either.
-Robert Graves
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
-Maya Angelou
Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, یا for another book; give it, give it all, give it now.”
-Annie Dillard
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration.
-Ernest Hemingway
Writing isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation.
-Alex Turner
Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.
-Unknown author, found on Tumblr
کتابیں are a uniquely portable magic.
-Stephen King
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.
-Mark Twain
We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.
-Ernest Hemingway
Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at 15 to write several novels.
-May Sarton
There is a difference between ‘true’ and 'real.’ Not all stories are true, but all of them are real. A writer can see, and feel, and live a story in her head, and she can then say یا write words that make someone else do those same things. That’s real.
-Josette Vipond
The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
-Andre Gide
If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it.
-Elmore Leonard
Why am I compelled to write? Because the writing saves me from this complacency I fear. Because I have no choice. Because I must keep the spirit of my revolt and myself alive. Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. سے طرف کی writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and hunger. I write to record what others erase when I speak, to rewrite the stories others have miswritten about me, about you. To become مزید intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself; to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy. To dispell the myths that I am a mad prophet یا a poor suffering soul. To convince myself that I am worthy and that what I have to say is not a pile of shit. To دکھائیں that I can and that I will write, never mind their admonitions to the contrary. And I will write about the unmentionables, never mind the outraged gasp of the censor and the audience. Finally I write because I'm scared of writing but I'm مزید scared of not writing. Why should I try to justify why I write? Do I need to justify being Chicana, being woman? آپ might as well ask me to try to justify why I’m alive. The act of writing is the act of making soul, alchemy.
-Gloria Anzaldúa
Writing is its own reward.
-Henry Miller
-Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing to writing. All آپ do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway
Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five یا six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card
For me, writing is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann
The hardest thing about writing is writing.
-Nora Ephron
If a writer falls in love with you, آپ can never die.
-Mik Everett
Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what آپ have to say. It’s the one and only thing آپ have to offer.
-Barbara Kingsolver
I am irritated سے طرف کی my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
-Gustave Flaubert
There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money either.
-Robert Graves
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
-Maya Angelou
Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, یا for another book; give it, give it all, give it now.”
-Annie Dillard
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration.
-Ernest Hemingway
Writing isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation.
-Alex Turner
Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.
-Unknown author, found on Tumblr
کتابیں are a uniquely portable magic.
-Stephen King
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.
-Mark Twain
We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.
-Ernest Hemingway
Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at 15 to write several novels.
-May Sarton
There is a difference between ‘true’ and 'real.’ Not all stories are true, but all of them are real. A writer can see, and feel, and live a story in her head, and she can then say یا write words that make someone else do those same things. That’s real.
-Josette Vipond
The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
-Andre Gide
If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it.
-Elmore Leonard
Why am I compelled to write? Because the writing saves me from this complacency I fear. Because I have no choice. Because I must keep the spirit of my revolt and myself alive. Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. سے طرف کی writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and hunger. I write to record what others erase when I speak, to rewrite the stories others have miswritten about me, about you. To become مزید intimate with myself and you. To discover myself, to preserve myself; to make myself, to achieve self-autonomy. To dispell the myths that I am a mad prophet یا a poor suffering soul. To convince myself that I am worthy and that what I have to say is not a pile of shit. To دکھائیں that I can and that I will write, never mind their admonitions to the contrary. And I will write about the unmentionables, never mind the outraged gasp of the censor and the audience. Finally I write because I'm scared of writing but I'm مزید scared of not writing. Why should I try to justify why I write? Do I need to justify being Chicana, being woman? آپ might as well ask me to try to justify why I’m alive. The act of writing is the act of making soul, alchemy.
-Gloria Anzaldúa
Writing is its own reward.
-Henry Miller
As ancient as mother Earth’s treachery
Caught in the line of Athena’s sight
Left alone to travel in this treacherous world
She walks in beauty, like the night
Though with beauty comes this fight of death
In this quest she fails though she tries
Eternally alone in this fateful dark
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
How could it after what happened?
My pain unbearable, yet it happily shines
I look on from Artemis’s tent
As the sun sets on the sea that took his life
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
I will never forget my love for him
As a Huntress I now see Hermes
With the soul of the lost he flies off like a crow
Till we meet again, farewell my love
Caught in the line of Athena’s sight
Left alone to travel in this treacherous world
She walks in beauty, like the night
Though with beauty comes this fight of death
In this quest she fails though she tries
Eternally alone in this fateful dark
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent
How could it after what happened?
My pain unbearable, yet it happily shines
I look on from Artemis’s tent
As the sun sets on the sea that took his life
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
I will never forget my love for him
As a Huntress I now see Hermes
With the soul of the lost he flies off like a crow
Till we meet again, farewell my love