Writing Quotes

I love words.  I crave descriptions that overwhelm my imagination with vivid detail.  I dwell on phrases that make my heart thrum.  I cherish expressions that pierce my emotions and force the tears to spill over.   In essence, I long for a writer's soul sealed in ink on the page.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Gun for sure is louder than a Pen, bullet is hotter than Ink, but Death is not a silencer for Pen.

~ Haritha Velpureddy

I am a storyteller and experience the bliss of writing.

~ Amy Leigh Mercree

Spirit is a child, the tune of dancing feet its lullaby.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

To wake up every day with a whisper of a dream and then put pen to paper to make it a reality

~ Samuel Colbran

Stop looking for that person you were in the past. She has changed. Look for the person she has grown into. She is wiser and stronger than than ever before. Don't go back to who you were. Cherish who you are. --Without a Voice by Chris Pepple

~ Chris Pepple

I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple -- or a green field -- a place to enter, and in which to feel. Only in a secondary way is it an intellectual thing -- an artifact, a moment of seemly and robust wordiness --wonderful as that part of it is. I learned that the poem was made not just to exist, but to speak --to be company. It was everything that was needed, when everything was needed.

~ Mary Oliver

Being a writer all boils down to this: It's you, in a chair, staring at a page. And you're either going to stay in that chair until words are written, or you're going to give up and walk away. The great writers have to fight for their words. They have to choose to write, choose words over distractions, and their characters over their friends. Great writers can be lonely, exhausted souls. But through our characters, we live.

~ Alessandra Torre

If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.

~ Dorothy Parker

Champagne arrived in flûtes on trays, and we emptied them with gladness in our hearts... for when feasts are laid and classical music is played, where champagne is drunk once the sun has sunk and the season of summer is alive in spicy bloom, and beautiful women fill the room, and are generous with laughter and smiles... these things fill men's hearts with joy and remind one that life’s bounty is not always fleeting but can be captured, and enjoyed. It is in writing about this scene that I relive this night in my soul.

~ Roman Payne

How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print?

~ Sylvia Plath

Do we take less pride in the possession of our home because its walls were built by some unknown carpenter, its tapestries woven by some unknown weaver on a far Oriental shore, in some antique time? No. We show our home to our friends with the pride as if it were our home, which it is. Why then should we take less pride when reading a book written by some long-dead author? Is it not our book just as much, or even more so, than theirs? So the landowner says, ‘Look at my beautiful home! Isn’t it fine?’ And not, ‘Look at the home so-and-so has built.’ Thus we shouldn’t cry, ‘Look what so-and-so has written. What a genius so-and-so is!’ But rather, ‘Look at what I have read! Am I not a genius? Have I not invented these pages? The walls of this universe, did I not build? The souls of these characters, did I not weave?

~ Roman Payne

I didn't hit other people or hit purposefully, I just hit. Some object would be at fault. My anger was at myself, every time, all vanity. As an adolescent I was a slammer of drawers and a packer of suitcases. I was responsible for scenes.Control came imperfectly to all of us: we reached it at different times of life, frustrated, shot into indignation, by different things - some that are grown out of, and others not.Of all my strong emotions, anger is the one least responsible for any of my work. I don't write out of anger. For one thing, simply as a fiction writer, I am minus an adversary - except, of course, that of time - and for another thing, the act of writing in itself brings me happiness.

~ Eudora Welty

When words failed I realized there was something unspeakably beautiful in not being able to put words to your happiness.

~ R. Y.s. Perez

Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.

~ Compton Gage

They that be born in the strength of youth are of one fashion, and they that are born in the time of age, when the womb fail, are otherwise.

~ Compton Gage

Seeing thou hast now given me the way, I will proceed to speak before thee: for our mother, of whom thou hast told me that she is young, draw now nigh unto age.

~ Compton Gage

Like as a young child may not bring forth the things that belong to the aged, even so have I disposed the world which I created.

~ Compton Gage

What betrayed me? Was it my heart? Or my Soul?

~ Compton Gage

Stand up upon the right side, and I shall expound the similitude unto thee.

~ Compton Gage

Consider with thyself; as the rain is more than the drops, and as the fire is greater than the smoke; but the drops and the smoke remain behind: so the quantity which is past did more exceed.

~ Compton Gage

As for the tokens whereof thou ask me, I may tell thee of them in part: but as touching thy life, I am not sent to shew thee.

~ Compton Gage

Iniquity shall be increased above that which now thou see, or that thou hast heard long ago.

~ Compton Gage

The land, that thou see now to have root, shall thou see wasted suddenly.

~ Compton Gage

If the most High grant thee to live, thou shall see after the third trumpet that the sun shall suddenly shine again in the night, and the moon thrice in the day:

~ Compton Gage

Blood shall drop out of wood, and the stone shall give his voice, and the people shall be troubled:

~ Compton Gage

He shall rule, whom they look not for that dwell upon the earth, and the fowls shall take their flight away together:

~ Compton Gage

The Sodomy sea shall cast out fish, and make a noise in the night, which many have not known: but they shall all hear the voice thereof.

~ Compton Gage

There shall be confusion also in many places, and the fire shall be oft sent out again, and the wild beasts shall change their places, and menstruate women shall bring forth monsters:

~ Compton Gage

Salt waters shall be found in the sweet, and all friends shall destroy one another; then shall wit hide itself, and understanding withdraw itself into his secret chamber-

~ Compton Gage

One land also shall ask another, and say, ‘Is righteousness that makes a man righteous gone through thee?’ And it shall say, ‘No.

~ Compton Gage

At the same time shall men hope, but nothing obtain: they shall labor, but their ways shall not prosper.

~ Compton Gage

To shew thee such tokens I have leave; and if thou wilt pray again, and weep as now, and fast even days, thou shall hear yet greater things.

~ Compton Gage

An extreme fearfulness moves through all your body, and your mind is troubled more.

~ Compton Gage

After seven days of fasten so it was, that the thoughts of my heart were very grievous unto me- and my soul recovered the spirit of understanding.

~ Compton Gage

Hear me, and I will instruct thee; hearken to the thing that I say, and I shall tell thee more.

~ Compton Gage

Thou art sore troubled in mind for the people in the world’s sake: loves thou that people better than he that made them?

~ Compton Gage

Number me the things that are not yet come- gather me together the dross that are scattered abroad- make me the flowers green again that are withered- Open me the places that are closed, and bring me forth the winds that in them are shut up- shew me the image of a voice: and then I will declare to thee the thing that thou labor to know.

~ Compton Gage

O Lord that bear rule, who may know these things, but he that had not his dwelling with men?

~ Compton Gage

As for you, you're unwise: how may you then speak of these things whereof thou ask you?

~ Compton Gage