Best 655 quotes in «write quotes» category

A day’s brightness is determined by the light in our hearts.

Accept nothing. Challenge everything.

A day of rest yields a hundred days of progress.

A divine great spirit put awe-words on my mind; my sacred-duty is the writing.

Action is the ink that writes what you think on the pages of life!

Aesthetic enthusiasm. Perception of beauty in the external world, or, on the other hand, in words and their right arrangement. Pleasure in the impact of one sound on another, in the firmness of good prose or the rhythm of a good story. Desire to share an experience which one feels is valuable and ought not to be missed. The aesthetic motive is very feeble in a lot of writers, but even a pamphleteer or writer of textbooks will have pet words and phrases which appeal to him for non-utilitarian reasons; or he may feel strongly about typography, width of margins, etc. Above the level of a railway guide, no book is quite free from aesthetic considerations.

A fleeting second on someone's news feed, No dearth of meanings for those who read, Not my stories but 'tis what I think, I say I don't write poems, I just write dreams.

A great snow is the calm death of struggle and the transformative birth of life.

A good preview makes you can’t wait to see the whole movie.

A goal is a written plan. Write your dreams and visions.

A great story is impossible to forget.

All art is a form of vulnerability because at least part of the artist goes into the piece.

All answers to life’s key questions are found within.

All experiences are stories to be told and must be written.

All I need to do is place my pen against paper and your love writes for me.

All is as we are.

A great director gives life to a work of art- gives it a heartbeat… a pulse… opens its eyes to the world.

All you must do is say 'Once there was...' and let your hoping find the words.

Almost every single thing you hope publication will do for you is a fantasy, a hologram--it's the eagle on your credit card that only seems to soar.

All the geniuses and greats are really just nerds with experience.

All the promise of a movie is in the trailer.

Allow your mood to be sweet and your day will be sweet too.

Always choose love over fear.

A lot of people who read my novel 'Smog City' ask me why I never killed off either of the two main characters. To be honest, it's because I've given them life. Not literally of course, but since I spent so much time developing and creating my characters, they've ended up with complex personalities, in fact they're almost sentient in a way, and to write them off as dead would be like killing a close friend to me.

Always have class but always kick ass.

Always let life be wild. Forever have life be interesting.

Always write to change society for the better. You will go, but it will live forever as a treasure.

Always be thankful for the little things... even the smallest mountains can hide the most breathtaking views!

Ancient literature is a rich history.

Always write to change society for the better. You will go, but it will live as a treasure forever.

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic... because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep... you take a book to read... you take a pen and a paper to write...you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep... yet nothing helps... another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon....

A masterpiece does not unfurl its wings immediately. It takes time. It will fly when it is ready.

And then, unbidden, seemingly out of nowhere, a thought or image arrives. Some will float into your head like goldfish, lovely, bright, orange, and weightless, and you follow them like a child at an aquarium that was thought to be without fish. Others will step of the shadows like Boo Radley and make you catch your breath or take a step backward. They're often so rich, these unbidden thoughts, and so clear that they feel indelible. But I say write them all down anyway.

And now the measure of my song is done: The work has reached its end; the book is mine, None shall unwrite these words: nor angry Jove, Nor war, nor fire, nor flood, Nor venomous time that eats our lives away. Then let that morning come, as come it will, When this disguise I carry shall be no more, And all the treacherous years of life undone, And yet my name shall rise to heavenly music, The deathless music of the circling stars. As long as Rome is the Eternal City These lines shall echo from the lips of men, As long as poetry speaks truth on earth, That immortality is mine to wear.

Another segment of society that has constructed a language of its own is business. People in business say that toner cartridges are in short supply, that they have updated the next shipment of these cartridges, and that they will finalize their recommendations at the next meeting of the board. They are speaking a language familiar and dear to them. Its portentous nouns and verbs invest ordinary events with high adventure; executives walk among toner cartridges, caparisoned like knights. We should tolerate them--every person of spirit wants to ride a white horse.

And sometimes the words write themselves...

...and you will hold me with your wondering eyes in the serenity of purest mind at the dreams edge of my quiet golden shores accompanied by the melodies of emerald blue rippling waves where I will always remain voicing harmony in the over the rainbow soothing memories of your heart...

An ebook is like having a photo of a dead loved one. It’s convenient to look at and it will stir the mind, but it doesn’t breathe.

A picture is worth a thousand words, but the way I paint I'm going to need to contact an editor. Even if I were to abstractly paint the phrase "I love you," it would be the visual equivalent of Joyce's Ulysses. -James Lee Schmidt and Jarod Kintz

A poetess is not as selfish as you assume. After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride— and spaces—the groom, she knows that as soon as she has penned the poem, it’s yours to consume. So, without giving it a think, she blows on the ink and the letters fly away like dandelions on a windy day, landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips. But more often than not, you can easily spot them trodden and forgotten, becoming sodden and rotten. Yet, she will continue to make what’s others to take because selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

Art is everywhere.

Any experience, which is not written, will be lost in time. Rich literature is lost forever.

Anytime I was denying my inner self, I knew absolutely nothing.

As Harvard Business School professor Peter Bregman advises, 'Don't write a book, write a page...Don't expect to be a great manager in your first six months, just try to set expectations well.

A single recipe holds countless stories.

Art is life.

As long as music survives, poetry will never die.

As long as it comes from the heart, in the end, it will be good.

As accurate as a blind man pissing during an earthquake.” “Wow...,” I breathed. She frowned at me. “That was a great metaphor,” I said. “Oh please.” “I need to write that down,” I said, ignoring her complaints, fishing for my new mobile to type it out.

As long as you’re with you, that’s all that matters.