Best 30386 quotes in «writing quotes» category

The flower doth not worry, and the tree doth not waver.

The Four Stages of Writer’s Block W.B. Stage I: I want to write but I can’t. W.B. Stage II: I have to write but I can’t. W.B. Stage I: I don’t want to write but I have to. W.B. Stage I: I don’t have time for writing … and, honestly, I don’t feel like writing.

The gift of writing; natural flow of thoughts from the deepest heart.

The gift of knowledge is empowering, but the gift of wisdom is life-changing.

The goal of my life is to tie adventure to my feet, stock memories in my pocket, hold imagination in my palms like fairy dust and sprinkle it on my tales.

The goal of text generation is to throw confused, wide-eyed words on a page; the goal of text revision is to scrub the rods clean so that they sound nice and can go out in public.

The grace of writing is upon me. I love writing. I write daily.

The grain of evil seed had been sown in the heart of Adam from the beginning, and how much ungodliness had it brought up unto this time? and how much shall it yet bring forth until the time of threshing come?

The greatest artists see what is invisible to the masses.

The greatest futility! says the congregator, "The greatest futility! Everything is futile!" What does a person gain from all his hard work- At which he toils under the sun? A generation goes and another cometh forth, but the earth remains the same.

The greatest influence in writing was G. K. Chesterton who never used a useless word, who saw the value of a paradox, and avoided what was trite.

The greatest happiness is a quiet kind. It’s the tender understanding that we’re living in a very strange place full of strange creatures. And there’s quite a bit of wonder in that.

The greatest thing about writing is that you get to shape more than one life.

The greatest moments of creativity come in absolute solitude, when one’s mind is free from distraction and able to probe the depths of the impossible.

The greatest occupation is the act of writing.

The great thing about writing fiction is that you can do whatever the fuck you want, go as far as you are willing to go, and laugh at the people who take it seriously.

The fuel for imagination comes from the feeling in your heart.

The game of writing wasn’t fair.

The good news about self publishing is you get to do everything yourself. The bad news about self publishing is you get to do everything yourself.

The greatest book is one written by your pen, but not exactly from your mind.

The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.

The greatest gift you can give anyone is a bunch of empty pages. You know why? An empty page contains all the stories that have never been written.

The forgiveness of God flows through me and because I am forgiven, I can forgive.

The greatest literature is the Biblical stories.

The greatest violence, and the greatest threat to humanity, is the growth of MONEY.

The great lie is like a sword that has been thrust into the heart of humankind.

The great lie that science has given us is that reality is material.

The great lie can only be defeated by the New World Order. The sooner the New World Order is established by the institutions of the world, the sooner the suffering caused by the lie will end.

The growing sensitivity of people to any sort of open and frank discussion of important issues is no service to civilisation, let alone law and order. I wrote a play about a man who happened to be a salesman, and several organisations of sales people flew to arms. Now it is the lawyers. If I am to back away from these objections you must surely see that I shall be forced to write about people with no occupation whatever.

The harder you search the more troubled you become.

The heart also knows things, and so does the imagination. Thank God. If not for heart and imagination, the world of fiction would be a pretty seedy place. It might not even exist at all.

The heart is a repository of emotions--real, imagined, and invented, owned and borrowed, past, present, future--and there in your chest, operating at an average of 80 beats per minute at rest, is a heart that has stories to tell.

The hardest part about walking away from someone is the part where you realize that, no matter how slowly you go, they will never run after you.

The hard fact is that writing is available to readers because of market factors as much as particular writing talent.

The hard part is putting one word after another.

The hardest thing about writing a novel is getting it published.

The heart of a story gives it life.

The hidden time is an eternity that runs through every moment. It is all-time. The hidden time is a thread, and moments are the beads on the thread.

The Hollywood process is a living thing and you get used to that.

The holiness of solitude is the gift of creativity.

The hospital bulked darkly in the darkness.

The greatest writers are the ones not afraid to share their heartbreak and pain for the world to read. They are fearless and freely in sharing their heart to heal other wounds with their story.

The "if I had time" lie is a convenient way to ignore the fact that novels require being written and that writing happens a sentence at a time. Sentences can happen in a moment. Enough stolen moments, enough stolen sentences, and a novel is born - without the luxury of time.

The human mind is itself a miraculous machine. I am writing right now, but I have no idea how this is happening. I know that my brain is composed of a cerebrum, a cerebellum, and a medulla oblongata, but these are just words. I know that electrical impulses are involved somehow, but that is about the extent of my understanding of the mechanics. And while I at least have an intuition as to how an airplane works, I really have none with respect to my brain. Frankly, lots of what appears on my computer screen is as much a surprise to me as it is to you. I certainly never expected over my oatmeal and English muffin this morning to be writing about Bernoulli's principle today. For that matter, I have no idea why I like English muffins. But I do.

The bricoleur, says Levi-Strauss, is someone who uses 'the means at hand,' that is, the instruments he finds at his disposition around him, those which are already there, which had not been especially conceived with an eye to the operation for which they are to be used and to which one tries by trial and error to adapt them, not hesitating to change them whenever it appears necessary, or to try several of them at once, even if their form and their origin are heterogenous—and so forth. There is therefore a critique of language in the form of bricolage, and it has even been said that bricolage is critical language itself…If one calls bricolage the necessity of borrowing one's concepts from the text of a heritage which is more or less coherent or ruined, it must be said that every discourse is bricoleur.

The imagination is a wild and dangerous forest that is impossible to know the full might of.

The hunger that gives rise to art must be greater than what art can satisfy.

The imagination gland doesn't die. It just becomes reliant on manufactured spirit.

The idea of being forgotten is terrifying. I fear not just that I, personally, will be forgotten but that we are all doomed to being forgotten; that the sum of life is ultimately nothing; that we experience joy and disappointment and aches and delights and loss, make our little mark on the world, and then we vanish, and the mark is erased, and it is as if we never existed. If you gaze into that bleakness even for a moment, the sum of life becomes null and void, because if nothing lasts nothing matters. Everything we experience unfolds without a pattern, and life is just a baffling occurrence, a scattering of notes with no melody. But if something you learn or observe or imagine can be set down and saved, and if you can see your life reflected in previous lives, and can imagine it reflected in subsequent ones, you can begin to discover order and harmony. You know that you are a part of a larger story that has shape and purpose—a tangible, familiar past and a constantly refreshed future. We are all whispering in a tin can on a string, but we are heard, so we whisper the message into the next tin can and the next string. Writing a book is an act of sheer defiance. It is a declaration that you believe in the persistence of memory.

The infant New York Times boasted that no newspaper printing what was really worth reading ever perished for lack of readers.