I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.

I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.

I choose to write because it's perfect for me. It's an escape, a place I can go to hide. It's a friend, when I feel out casted from everyone else. It's a journal, when the only story I can tell is my own. It's a book, when I need to be somewhere else. It's control, when I feel so out of control. It's healing, when everything seems pretty messed up.And it's fun, when life is just flat-out boring.

That's what I do. Watch movies and read. Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I'm not fooling anyone. Oh, and I go to the mailbox.

Question like a child, reason like an adult, and write like a sage.

Good writing is remembering detail. Most people want to forget. Don't forget things that were painful or embarrassing or silly. Turn them into a story that tells the truth.

There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.

Camomille: Fallible men write books. God writes in sunlight and rivers and planets. Isn't the Universe a good book? I trust it above the printed kind.

She wrote love with her smile and magic with her eyes.

Jesus Christ is the source—the only source—of meaning in life. He provides the only satisfactory explanation for why we’re here and where we’re going. Because of this good news, the final heartbeat for the Christian is not the mysterious conclusion to a meaningless existence. It is, rather, the grand beginning to a life that will never end. That same Lord is waiting to embrace and forgive anyone who comes to Him in humility and repentance. He is calling your name, just as He called the name of Pete Maravich. His promise of eternal life offers the only hope for humanity. If you have never met this Jesus, I suggest that you seek spiritual counsel from a Christian leader who can offer guidance. You can also write to me, if that would help. Thanks for reading along with me. I hope to meet you someday. If our paths don’t cross this side of heaven, I’ll be looking for you in that eternal city. By all means, Be there!

They took one look at me,And hated my black face.They took one look at me,And decided on my fate.They took one look at me,And forced an unknown fear.They took one look at me,And caused the shed of tears.They took one look at me,And decided I was wrong.They took one look at me,And now I'm singing the slave mans song...

Some of the people who hate me love some of the sentences that I have written, until they get to the name of the person to whom the sentences are attributed.

If you write then you are reborn because by writing about the moment, you can relive it for a second time.

Everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale 'til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free.

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles and rhymes and was his only job to put them down? What if he couldn’t get them to make sense, and no one, not even the person he cared for most, could have pleasure in reading it? What would he do?

I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work and it's money and I've written more lists than songs lately. I stay up all night to do all these things I need to do, be all these things I want to be, playing with shadows in the darkness that shouldn't be able to exist. Empty bottles and cigarettes while watching the sunrise, why do I complain? I have it all, everything I ever asked for.

If you ask a twenty-one-year-old poet whose poetry he likes, he might say, unblushing, "Nobody's," In his youth, he has not yet understood that poets like poetry, and novelists like novels; he himself likes only the role, the thought of himself in a hat.

Writing poems is simply an excuse to remember You.

You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.

We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies that say true things, and we owe it to our readers to build them as best we can. Because somewhere out there is someone who needs that story. Someone who will grow up with a different landscape, who without that story will be a different person. And who with that story may have hope, or wisdom, or kindness, or comfort. And that is why we write.

I write to find strength.I write to become the person that hides inside me.I write to light the way through the darkness for others.I write to be seen and heard.I write to be near those I love.I write by accident, promptings, purposefully and anywhere there is paper. I write because my heart speaks a different language that someone needs to hear.I write past the embarrassment of exposure.I write because hypocrisy doesn’t need answers, rather it needs questions to heal. I write myself out of nightmares.I write because I am nostalgic, romantic and demand happy endings.I write to remember.I write knowing conversations don’t always take place.I write because speaking can’t be reread.I write to sooth a mind that races.I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand.I write because my emotions belong to the moon; high tide, low tide.I write knowing I will fall on my words, but no one will say it was for very long.I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be.I write to provide a legacy.I write to make sense out of senselessness.I write knowing I will be killed by my own words, stabbed by critics, crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding. I write for the haters, the lovers, the lonely, the brokenhearted and the dreamers.I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waste of time. I write because God loves stories.I write because one day I will be gone, but what I believed and felt will live on.

The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always.

Writers write while dreamers procastinate.

I am the perfect version of me.

I wasn't born to cook or clean,but to read and write,if you don't like me the way I am,then go fly a kite.

Only write a story that only you can write.

Life is a sea of vibrant color. Jump in.

For me, I think it was a little easier to write thinking that nobody was listening.

Any magazine-cover hack can splash paint around wildly and call it a nightmare, or a witches sabbath or a portrait of the devil; but only a great painter can make such a thing really scare or ring true. That's because only a real artist knows the anatomy of the terrible, or the physiology of fear.

Always choose love over fear.

We are the thoughts we choose to keep.

When a day goes by and I haven't written anything, I better have been doing something worth writing about.

Let your words be your voice. And let your voice be heard within the hearts of others.

The urge to create a fictional narrative is a mysterious one, and when an idea comes, the writer's sense of what a story wants to be is only vaguely visible through the penumbra of inspiration.

You have to believe that your voice can mean something. You have to believe that what you do matters. And you have to keep going even on days you can't find that belief. If you can't do it for yourself, you do it for all the other young souls who need to be shown that things are possible. That they too can do that thing they dream of. You do it despite the doubts and the struggles. You do it because it's what you came here to do.That's what makes an artist.

If you can't write, read.If you can't read, walk.Or walk and read, then write.

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.

Illiteracy is simply the inability to read and write.

I began to write because of love. I wrote to understand what I felt and what I knew.

I write to understand what I know.

The longer the wondering, the longer the writing.

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

Our knowledge is limited. However, reading augments our knowledge.

You can only write well, what you have experienced.

You can learn to write by writing.

My mother, who taught me how to read and write and home-schooled me for the first 12 years of my life, whose presence shaped me as much as her absence did, who imbibed in me the values of empathy and fearlessness and hard work, looks down on me today with great pride.

Begin to write, your heart flow with sacred words.

You ought to write down your goals. It serves as a guidepost and gives strength for purposeful action.

Every child should be taught how to think, read and write.

If you fail an examination, it means you have not yet master the subject. With diligent study and understanding, you will succeed in passing the exams.

Education leads to intellectual life.

If you ought to know, educate yourself.

In the pages of a book, we are in paradise.

Everyone must be given the opportunity to think, read and write.

Every child must be taught how to think, read and write.

Every child ought to be educated.

You ought to stop everything and write the sacred-words as its flashes in your mind.

Sacred-thoughts flashes in your mind at sacred-time. If you don’t write it immediately, it will be forgotten.

Be daring to push your ideas forward.

Until you take a pen to write, then you will see the miracle of writing.

Life is a book. We write in everyday existence.

Curiosity is the art of creativity.

All the great treasures of life are hidden in a book.

We write to share our thoughts and our lives.

Until you begin to write, then you will see the beauty of writing.

I've always been shy physically. This in part tended to keep me from rushing into things, including relationships, headlong. Not rushing headlong, though I may have wanted to, but beginning to write stories about people, I drew near slowly; noting and guessing, apprehending, hoping, drawing my eventual conclusions out of my own heart, I did venture closer to where I wanted to go.

I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.

You can best write about your own experiences.

There is no greater feeling of accomplishment than to create a world that solely exists in your imagination and be able to pull someone into this hidden place inside of my thoughts. To make someone care for a person that has manifested from my dreams, to make them hate me for putting them in danger, and for them to ask to be taken on another journey with me when it is all said and done is why I write.

Write from the heart. A book without a pulse is like a person without a spirit." Linda Radke, President of Five Star Publications

Remain humble in your journey as an author and your audience will embrace you. Remain grateful for every publicity opportunity that comes your way, and the media will embrace you.

Write what you know best. If you can't survive a cross-examination from a lawyer on the subject, you won't survive an interview with a journalist or anchorperson." Linda Radke, President of Five Star Publications.

Why read the current generation of text books when you have the ability to research and write the next generation of text books.

Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...

I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.

If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.

I don't spend money on books. I write them myself.

The least learned, for the most part, have been always most ready to write.

Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew.

One of the most important thing is that you need to write down your goals and plans

It is proved that those who have plans but do not record them, lose to those who have written plans

To bring your dreams into reality, write down all details of your process from A-Z

You have to write down what you really want to do in this life and then you have to write down what you have to do every day to achieve the goal

You have to write down all your everyday steps

There are some writers who sweep us along so strongly in their current of energy--Normal mailer, Tom Wolfe, Toni Morrison, William F. Buckley, Jr., Hunter Thompson, David Foster Wallace, Dave Eggers--that we assume that when they go to work the words just flow. Nobody thinks of the effort they made every morning to turn on the switch. You also have to turn on the switch. Nobody is going to do it for you.

Always have class but always kick ass.

Devote yourself to reading, learning and writing.

Write your sacred story.

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities — as if your love could be any more complete. But I write, in the first place,because of you, my muse. I write for your green eyes to glance at my humble words and for the pleasure of hearing you utter them.

I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

Write as much as you can. Read as much as you can. Use the library and the internet carefully for research and talk to people about things that matter. If you have an idea in your head talk it to people as a normal conversation, to get their natural opinions. And don’t forget to jot down discreetly any new ideas you get from people. God may use other people to convey messages to you, that may add more information to the ideas you already have.

Novelists and the literary world play an important part in shaping languages. The Swahili they write influence the readers and their languages. The literary obstacle in Tanzania is not that people do not read, but that they don’t read because there are no interesting writers.

Every sword that was dripping the blood became a pen. Every word that was written in it became a poetry.

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.

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.

You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar wordsBut the verses never meet...

Comfort yields complacency. Break free.

What is life? Life is living in this moment, experiencing and experimenting but experience isn’t life. Life is reflecting and meditating but reflection isn’t life. Life is helping and guiding but philanthropy isn’t life. Life is eating and drinking but food isn’t life. Life is reading and dancing but art isn’t life. Life is kissing and pleasuring but sex isn’t life. Life is winning and losing but competition isn’t life. Life is loving and caring but love isn’t life. Life is birthing and nurturing but children aren’t life. Life is letting go and surrendering but death isn’t life. Life is all these things but all these things aren’t life. Life is always more.

Poets, you always write about women worth dying for. Write, for a change, something about the ones worth living for!

When a writer's heart is filled with the music of her soul, her words sing.

Intuition is truth.

[We're] going to change the world. One day they'll write about us. You'll see.

This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am writing it now and have thereby changed destiny.

I write our names on the page.What of it, if the paper will be burned?I write our names in the sand.What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves?I write our names on trees that will be cutand benches that will be painted,but what of it?I will keep on writing our namesbecause in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant.

Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words have the ability to change our lives simply by being next to each other.

Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.

Stories change the world.

Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it. But like the flower, the past cannot be trapped that way. It loses its fragrance and and its vitality, its fragility becomes brittleness and its colors fade. And when next you look on the flower, you know that it is not at all what you sought to capture, that that moment has fled forever.

Find beauty in the madness.

When your heart is open, your eyes see the beauty that is all around you.

We are artists. When we can’t find the beauty, we create it.

Breathe in the beauty all around you.

Time unfolds beauty, wonder, and mystery to reveal the auspicious tapestry of life.

With grace and beauty, feel.

We write to strengthen our soul and the spirit of other souls.

I grasp words for the sake of clutching My mind considers them heart touchingRight then I write for my reader's pleasureNot knowing what distance a soul can measure

I think deeply and write feelings from my soul.

It is better for a soul to write the wonders of time while there is still breath.

Crying cleanses the soul.

...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...

Close your eyes. Hear the silent snow. Listen to your soul speak.

Give all of life’s oxygen to the fire that is your soul.

Fly with a kind heart, a light spirit, and a resilient soul.

I have the heart of an artist and the soul of a writer.

Good food warms the heart and feeds the soul.

Epiphanies awaken the soul.

If you don’t think screenwriting is a work of art, good luck in your life without a soul.

Write what speaks to your soul.

The personal screenplay- where you dive into the terrifying depths of your soul, unearth the most intimate details about yourself, and put it on paper for the world to see. Proceed with caution, for madness lies ahead.

A writer’s uniqueness glows and transforms the heart and the soul of a reader.

Writing in the dark is hard, but you have to light your own candle and do it anyway.

Writing is like breathing for my soul.

The pages afforded glimpses into my soul where I'd hidden it, behind masks of paper and ink.

We are told that in translation there is no such thing as equivalence. Many times the translator reaches a fork in the translating road where they must make a choice in the interpretation of a word. And each time they make one of these choices, they are taken further from the truth. But what we aren’t told is that this isn’t a shortcoming of translation; it’s a shortcoming of language itself. As soon as we try to put reality into words, we limit it. Words are not reality, they are the cause of reality, and thus reality is always more. Writers aren't alchemists who transmute words into the aurous essence of the human experience. No, they are glassmakers. They create a work of art that enables us to see inside to help us understand. And if they are really good, we can see our own reflections staring back at us.

Be a good reader first, if you wish to become a good writer.

Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat. Poetry isn’t swimming. Poetry is water.

It is a dangerous thing to substitute reading or writing for living. Live first, then write.

There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.

These poems are cupsthat I pour my life into.Here, Drink!

We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.

She was in awe of all his work. 'How do you do it?" she asked.He smiled and said, 'By loving you.

Art is everywhere.

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

Art is life.

Every work of art tells a story.

Style jazzes up your canvas.

You are the Poem I dreamed of writing, the Masterpiece I longed to paint. You are the shining Star I reached for in my ever hopeful quest for life fulfilled. Yes, I am Blessed.

Film is the ultimate canvas, the elixir of art, and the magic of life.

A writer gets to live yet another life every time she creates a new story.

Writing a story is like going on a date—you will spoil it if you aren't living in the moment.

Tell a story in lesser and simpler words.

Don’t break the rules when you haven’t fully figured them out yet.

Dreams are good at playing with your memory. They love leaving no trace behind and hate to show up once again in the morning.

The good writing ideas don’t have to be about political turmoil, mass killings, capitalism, racism, injustice, etc. Find that one idea that has deep roots in your heart.

Create a world in front of your readers where they can taste, smell, touch, hear, see, and move. Else they are likely going to move on to another book.

A writer can do without food for a few hours, but not without the sight of books.

Turn those deep feelings and obsessions of your heart into captivating pieces of literature.

Ideas either age like fine wine or rot like potatoes over time.

If you are a singer, you must sing. If you are a dancer, you must dance. If you are a writer, you must write. Don’t suffocate your heart.

As you become a better writer, the writing becomes more difficult. You toil harder to tell a story in a lesser number of words.

Don’t interrupt when your characters take a flight of their own.

Cliches are the viruses that infect your writing with diseases.

If you think there is no time to write now, there would never be.

If certain aspect needs to be inconsistent, it must better be consistently inconsistent throughout the story.

I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?

Sit here, so I may writeyou into a poem and make you eternal.

For what was it about books that once finished left the reader in a bit of a haze and made them reread the last few sentences in order to continue the ringing in their hearts a while longer, so as not to let the silence illumine the fact that reading, they had gained something — distance, a lesson, a companion, a new world — but now, after the last full stop, they had lost something palpable and felt a little emptier than before.

Oh, how scary and wonderful it is that words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.

The only thing a closed book is good for is a table that wobbles. Be an open book.

The more you read, the more you write, and the more you free yourself to do so, the better writer you will become.

Cry while writing it, and readers will cry while reading it.

Reading sparks writing.

How you feel after reading something indicates not what you’ve read but where you are at.

Reading opens up other pockets of the mind.

Some people get offended by what I write, by what I do with my life and by what I say to those they never saw. And they also get offended when told they are too stupid to have the right to judge anyone. These poor souls don't know that respect and intelligence are correlated.

Stop making excuses and start making history.

Life is a rich literature. We are only writing the history of our time.

Life is a great Book. We are writing the history of our time.

Ancient literature is a rich history.

Historical gap is created due to missing written records.

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

Life consists of books. All experiences are stories to be told and must be written.

Upon reading, great stories by Great Spirits, the glorious inspiration penetrated our soul; we can’t help but to shed tears. It was a soul soothing and a deep spiritual awaken.

I haven’t written you a poem in years it seems.How can it be my faultwhen the words to describe you have not yet been created?When the alphabet lacks the very letters?How can it be my fault when your loveliness only growsby the time I reach for pen and paper?Tell me how I am at faultwhen I am only a beginner in poemsand you are exquisite poetry?To write you in words is to put a veil upon you.Why must I writewhen I can kiss you instead?

I don’t want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.

I read, write and create. I must lose myself in work, so that there is no space for the other/anything else.

Creativity is nature. Nature is creativity.

Music is a writer's heartbeat.

Transform into your dream.

Vulnerability is the portal to feeling. Feeling is the portal to strength.

Walk into the unknown with what you know in your heart.

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

Love is the answer.

Explore your own peace.

Take a deep breath. Inhale peace. Exhale happiness.

In love there is truth, and in truth there is peace.

Find peace in knowing.

THE OLD MAN IN THE CORNERThe man in the cornerIs dying with wordsHe's crying to be heardHis days are markedAnd his only ears are birdsHe knows the secret to peaceAnd his experience bleeds and hurtsSomebody stop and listenBefore he departs the earth!Somebody write his thoughtsBefore he hits the turf!His eyes are closing their shuttersAnd he just dropped hisBeads and stick.His breath is leaving us.Please!Somebody hear him out quick!A little girl rushes to him andPicks up his cane of wood.The old man then turns to herAnd faintly whispers,"The key to peace isTo always stay fairAnd be good.

When you write from the heart, it is always beautiful.

I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the birds to sing, a tweet, a tweet, times two. And when my busy day is done, I dream sweet dreams of you.

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride—and spaces—the groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it’s yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat’s others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

Why didn't you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a song?A dance?In the skies littered with stars?Did you not get drunk?Why didn’t you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a film?A book?In idyllic dusks and dawns?Did you not get high?It is good that you didn't.For all is well. I am drunk and dazed.I have already forgotten youand your bewitching ways.

I've written you sixty-seven love poems.Here’s another one for you.But really, for me.These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me.I place this candle here and another thereso even if the stars have argued with the moonand are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me.Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us?Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect?I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of loveif by lighting these candlesour own flame loses its brightness?I know the good is more than the bad. Much more.I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine.

Every day you have a new chapter to write about your journey of life. As you write that chapter, do it so well such that when others read it; you would still be proud of yourself.

We write to give strength to the soul of the spirit.

We write to give strength to our soul and to inspire spirit of other souls.

Lord I thank you for the gift of breath, eyes to see, ears to hear, tongue to taste, nose to smell, mouth to speak, face to smile, voice to sing, body to dance, legs to walk, mind to think and hands to write.

Lord I thank you for the wise-words and grace to write.

Lord I thank you for the gift of breath, eyes to see, ears to hear, tongue to taste, nose to smell; mouth to speak, face to smile, voice to sing, body to dance, legs to walk, mind to think and hands to write.

I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my feelings, stretch my imagination, earn money.

People write for ego gratification, not money.

In the twenty-first century, human minds, and to a lesser extent, human hearts can work like well calibrated precision instruments, but who can write the universal manual on imagination?

my heart woke me crying last nighthow can i help i beggedmy heart said write the book

She placed her hand on her chest and thought, 'So this is what the poets write about'.

Gratefulness heightens awareness.

Your life should reflect your heart.

Lead with your heart. The rest will follow.

Listen to what speaks to your heart.

Create from the heart.

I think today is a day for the heart. What do you think?

Speak from the heart and feel your tension melt away.

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

Pour your heart onto the page.

Write truthfully, write from the heart, and your words will live.

The heart of a story gives it life.

Write from the heart… always.

Listen when your heart speaks.

When your heart starts to feel full again. I love FREE refills, and if a restaurant tries to double charge me, I refuse to write a love poem on their Yelp page.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz

Everyone writes with hand, but very few can write with heart

Don't spend your life believing a story about yourself that you didn't write that's been fed to you - that simply you've accepted, embedded and added to. Let the story go and there beneath is the real you...and your unique gifts, heart and path that await you.

I can write three hundred and sixty-five grateful thanks. Cultivate the habit to write gratitude daily.

I write what the Holy Spirit put on my mind.

God accentuate our mind with exact words to write.

The writer identifies the thought behind every written word.

If everyone took his pen and wrote just anything that came on his mind, we would greatly help researchers to understand how our minds work

Shame is a state of mind.

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

Write about the beauty of rainbows and the glint of reflected light that can enlighten readers' minds.

Writing barely differs from Talking and Reading. It appoints your hand while they engage your mouth and eyes respectively. The trio need the mind to combine sensible words from a meaningful arrangement of the ‘simple’ A B C to Z.

When that little clock on my wall says “Olaotan! Olaotan!! Olaotan!!! It’s half past time to write”, I only have three things at my disposal: A pen, A piece of paper, and a crowded mind.

If you have nothing to write your power of imagination is lost.

Write something simple like water, it will have the power to change you and the world.

On the train I saw that world passing my window. It was when I came to see it was I who was passing that my self-centered childhood was over. But it was not until I began to write, that I found the world out there revealing, because memory had become attached to seeing, love had added itself to discovery, and because I recognized in my own continuing longing to keep going, the need I carried inside myself to know - the apprehension, first, and then the passion, to connect myself to it. Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it. This is, of course, simply saying that the outside world is the vital component of my inner life. My imagination takes its strength and guides its direction from what I see and hear and learn and feel and remember of my living world. But I was to learn slowly that both these worlds, outer and inner, were different from what they seemed to me in the beginning.

Just write it,Because it is the next best thing of the world.

It’s a new world. Stand up.

You have to validate yourself first, and then you will receive the much-deserved healing validation from the rest of the world.

Don’t wish the world demanded less of you. Rise up and exceed its standards.

Writers wake up the world.

The world is blessed to welcome you.

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

The world is a woven basket. Every stitch counts.

Open your arms to the world.

Film makes me feel less alone in the world.

To my words: There was once a wall between us. Now we walk together and greet the world.

Be what the world needs.

Don’t let the world tell you who you are. You get up and you tell the world who you are.

Positive thoughts shape a positive world.

The world is with you.

How could people not believe in magic when the whole world is made of it?

Look upon the world with wonder.

When I write, I feel like an armless leg less man with a crayon in his mouth.

In the very end, all we have left to atone for our faults are words.

Eventually I’ll stop writing about you and it’ll be bittersweet. Not because I’m not in love with you, but because I’ll just love you.

I write so I don’t call you.

I don’t believe he deserves the thousands of poems I’ve written about him, but life doesn’t follow rules. We do things for people who don’t necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.

I want to write something that means something to someone...the reminds them of what a second, a moment, really is...or that assures them that we are just as lost as they are. I want to write an emotion they are too fragile to let loose, so that my words can do the expression for them, the feeling for them. I want to write beyond the basics and the cliches...I want to write you, I want to write a long walk on a starry night, I want to write an exhale or an inhale...or suffocation.I want to write as clear as my voice could be heard...that is, if I had anything to say.

I wear the universe backwards. I imagine putting stars in my coffee, and sugar in the sky. I imagine going fishing in clouds, and watching the sun hide behind lakes. I'm too busy dancing with my imagination to even tip toe with reality for a second. They say I'm going mad. They're right.

Ever since I could read, I’ve wanted to write a book. I never thought I had anything to write about. Maybe you don’t think this is worth writing about. But this book isn’t for you. It’s for me.

I would like to write my life story, but it seems to write itself.

Yes, its hard to write. But its harder not to.

Have the courage to walk in truth, the strength to love always, and the integrity to never stray away from doing so.

You will have the grace of writing, when you boldly begin to write your first sentences.

You ought to write down the glow of thoughts as it’s ignites.

How could we have improved ourselves, if we had not dared to read, learn and write?

There is nothing better than expressions in words.

Lack of courage is what makes big dreams to sit in the ink of the paper instead of them running in the shoes of actions. Without courage, you remain a dreamer!

I have found a higher calling; inspirational-writing!I can’t imagine myself doing any other work, when I ought to write and transmit, awe-inspiring-words, to the souls longing for it.

We must pursue knowledge and wisdom above all other things.

I do not mind sleepless night to be involved in reading.

Written words are divine footprints on earth.

I write to forget the days that broke me into a million nights.