Writers Life Quotes

Sand lines my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean.

~ A.d. Posey

Creativity bleeds from the pen of inspiration.

~ T.n. Suarez

The internet is killing the art of writing. The big publish button begs you to publish even before you go back and make one single edit, and as if this was not enough, you have instant readers who praise your writing skills!-

~ Bangambiki Habyarimana

Writers are creatures of habit, as are humans, but writers aren’t necessarily human, are they?

~ Alyssa Hubbard

You can only write well, what you have experienced.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

I travel to the ancient world by reading ancient books.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

I love reading.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

A stream of thoughts flows through one’s mind at a sacred-time.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

You ought to stop everything and write the sacred-words as its flashes in your mind.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

The greatest occupation is the act of writing.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

I prefer to be on the side of losers, the misunderstood or lonely people rather than writing about the strong and powerful.

~ Núria Añó

If you surrender to your imagination, the story will write itself.

~ T.n. Suarez

You call me at 12am or 3am I will pick up your call. Once I make a commitment, I don't go back!

~ Avijeet Das

I write because there is a madness within me to express my thoughts in words. I write because I feel passionately about certain feelings and there is this yearning within me to express these feelings in words. I am not comfortable meeting a lot of people. I like solitude. I like thinking and I dont like talking much.

~ Avijeet Das

...writers are a savage breed, Mr. Strike. If you want life-long friendship and selfless camaraderie, join the army and learn to kill. If you want a lifetime of temporary alliances with peers who will glory in your every failure, write novels.

~ Robert Galbraith

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.

~ A.k. Kuykendall

Write for a cause,NOT APPLAUSEWrite to express,NOT TO IMPRESS.Writing isn’t just about being noticed…IT'S BEING REMEMBERED.

~ T.n. Suarez

Great growth comes from loneliness. You have time to develop, dwell in your own mind and go a bit mad. All great people are a bit mad. That’s good to remember. Don’t escape it. Great growth comes from time spent in foreign lands, watching foreign people with foreign cultures. It makes you forget about your own land and race and town for a while. Great growth also comes from rooting yourself into one place from time to time. Unpack your bags, get a nice bed, a book shelf, some friends. Learn to show up, keep in touch, stick around. Growth comes in all sort of forms and shapes, everywhere at all times, and it’s yours to take and consume. Do what ought to be done. Here and now, to get you somewhere — anywhere.

~ Charlotte Eriksson

Days may pass into months, months may pass into years, and years may pass into decades, but I will always keep waiting for you.

~ Avijeet Das

Women are like beautiful flowers. Only when you love them and take good care of them will they fully bloom into the beautiful flowers that they are.

~ Avijeet Das

We had the longest kisses under the Acacia tree.

~ Avijeet Das

Your gracefulness and feminine charms always so tender, you make my heart smile and wonder!

~ Avijeet Das

Warriors respect each other. They give dignity to each other either in a win or in a defeat.

~ Avijeet Das

I am the breeze. I drift and I wander. I meet people and i touch their hearts. but people don't stay with me. They leave me. And I keep on drifting and keep on wandering. That's my life.

~ Avijeet Das

I hear you in the morning sun.

~ A.d. Posey

Beauty is light set free.

~ A.d. Posey

My Solo Adventure #1- Bali: Imagination unlocked, escaping a cage drawn by a relentless life. Soul freed, reaching beyond the hidden dimensions of an uncertain universe. Thirst. Hunger. Rebirth. For forever we are greedy.

~ Abeer Allan

That which is cool is driven by the soul.

~ A.d. Posey

The best writing speaks when the heart whispers.

~ A.d. Posey

The hours tick by as I lie in bed.Memories keep surfacing, tormenting me into unbelievable sadness. I can't bring myself to move. I can't fight the memories that keep filling my thoughts. I stay curled in the fetal position as each memory plays out. I can't stop them from coming. I can't make them go away. Nothing can distract me. I can't block the memories, so they continue to come.

~ Ashley Earley

I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building inside me, threatening to combust. I can't break free.Help! I can't break free!I open my mouth to scream.

~ Ashley Earley

One of his hands move away from my face to flatten against my back, pulling me closer to him as he deepens the kiss. He parts my lips under his as my mind seems to sign quietly in content. I kiss him back as fiercely as he kisses me, unable to control the infatuation that rushes through me - feeling almost like fireworks. Not so careful anymore.Little shivers of urgency shoot through me. I push off the window, pressing closer to him. The rush of sensation that is coursing through me feels like I've drunk a gallon of coffee. It feels like an electric buzz is flooding between us.

~ Ashley Earley

Night has settled over Paris.The streets have cleared of the crowds, and the city has been lit up. I set my book down, deciding to go for a walk. The Eiffel Tower is only a few blocks away. Now that there aren't many people out, I can walk there without having to fight my way through mobs of gawking tourists.

~ Ashley Earley

He drinks his coffee tentatively, glancing at me every few seconds, watching me. Every time he glances in my direction, I quickly turn away though he obviously knows I'm watching him. I know he's wondering why I'm staring at him, but he doesn't ask.I finally take a sip of coffee, set the mug back on the table, and voice what's on my mind, I want to draw you.

~ Ashley Earley

He stares at me—taking me in—with his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.

~ Ashley Earley

Every gesture and every look he gives me takes me by surprise and causes my heart to stutter.

~ Ashley Earley

I freeze, my feet suddenly glued to the floor. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to turn around, but when I do, I immediately wish I hadn't. The boy is standing in the doorway at the end of the hall.Why is he here again? I barely allow myself time to ask the question before I move. Panicked, I turn and run back downstairs as fast as I can.Hey! Wait! he calls after me.I don't stop.

~ Ashley Earley

I grab the nearest lamppost when my knees threaten to give out, panting for breath as the words rip through me

~ Ashley Earley

I take in all the colorful locks that line the bridge. Each one told a story. Each lock represented a relationship that was once special, whether it ended or turned into true happiness. The locks represented a past, present, and a possible future.

~ Ashley Earley

When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Welcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bridge.

~ Ashley Earley