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
Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the dogs and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the dogs got closer and closer.
They weren't suppose to be running from the dogs right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice کہا behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a تقسیم, الگ کریں سیکنڈ and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
They weren't suppose to be running from the dogs right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice کہا behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a تقسیم, الگ کریں سیکنڈ and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
یا what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
یا a new place
یا even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every ہوم to every bus
But we can’t برداشت, ریچھ to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
یا what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
یا a new place
یا even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every ہوم to every bus
But we can’t برداشت, ریچھ to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
I gave it all my strength,
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time آپ gave it.
The hard path seems مزید rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though آپ have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a دن ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time آپ gave it.
The hard path seems مزید rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though آپ have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a دن ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
I will remember آپ always.
Will آپ remember me?
That is a سوال for آپ to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
آپ will always be in my heart.
For I know that آپ will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every منٹ of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will آپ remember me?
That is a سوال for آپ to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
آپ will always be in my heart.
For I know that آپ will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every منٹ of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to نگلنا me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that آپ will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. اگلے time, I invite آپ to شامل میں with us on our battle. And it will be even مزید life-consuming, if آپ know what that means.