Best 9 quotes of Dana Hewitt on MyQuotes

As writers we hold a pen or open a blank page on a screen or punch the keys of a typewriter. Either way we create; we illustrate and our inner cowardice evolves to courage through words. Before we know it the page is no longer blank; because we opened up a bit of our insides, it is stained.

Guilt doesn't always make sense.

Love is not ridiculous.

Responsibilities don't yield to melancholy.

She loved the smell of wet dirt the way others might love the smell of roses.

So I start now to move on, not forgetting, but taking the memories with me in my heart and in ink. The leaf has fallen and it's time for a new one to grow before I let my lie live me to death.

So I start now to move on not forgetting, but taking the memories with me in my heart and in ink. The leaf has fallen and it's time for a new one to grow before I let my life live me to death.

To live, I have to feel alive.

Writing was her escape and her rescue.