Best 15 quotes of Jason E. Hodges on MyQuotes

An artist who is driven by money is no longer driven by art

As a writer, a poet, you’re not alone in wanting to be alone. Your work is a friendship that never leaves you.

Despair is a night without lights. Dreams are the sunrise that leads you out of the darkness.

Digging deep inside you as a writer will damn near kill you at times. But in the end, your words will be true and undeniable for the reader, and that is all that ever really matters in writing.

Express to our world what is alive inside us not what their world says we should be… Our true selves should never be created by others, Held in their pockets like belongings, like trinkets. We are skaters. We are artists. We are free.

History is the roadmap to a better tomorrow. Destroying it is getting rid of any chance of what not to do for future generations.

Humans have the ability to rewrite history. Within a few decades it is not even questioned. Stories of the past become as real as the world you walk through today. Wars are waged over false history. Sins are denied. All for mankind to move forward and feel comfortable about its past. Your true history is written in the stars. Look up, breathe in, and be humbled by the ones who came before you. The ones who have suffered, who have endured, who have overcome. Their blood is alive in you. Their spirits roam freely in the heavens above.

I was a poet. I had no expectations other than creating a world of art with words that would live on long after I was gone.

Labels are safe words for society

Never be an artist that starts worshiping yourself or believe your little group is better than anyone outside of it. For, you are nothing more than a grain of sand on a hillside in this world of ours. Even Da Vinci’s work is only glanced at then scrolled past on a phone or computer these days. Climb down off your throne and become humble once more.

Some want to be writers when life permits it. There is no part-time in being a writer. It’s an all-in way of living your life through words and feelings scratched out with a pen.

There is no value in your promises. They are as hollow as fangs and poisonous as the venom within them once I allowed them into my heart.

The same things that make you unique in this world, make you a target for the archers consumed by fear and jealousy.

They say, poetry is dead. I say, was there ever a time they had a clue of what the state of poetry is?

Your dreams don’t stop being dreams because of circumstances.