Quotes About Writing

Yes, writing comes easy for me and it's also a painful, arduous process. I love writing. I hate writing. I never want to write again, and I want to write all day, everyday.

Mary Fisher lives in a High Tower, on the edge of the sea: she writes a great deal about the nature of love. She tells lies.

I write because I can remember and to keep those memories alive. I write for pleasure. I write because I must.

You're reading one of those books in which the author is in love with the reader. My life.

You'll never be able to silence the woman who was born to write.

No one has a favorite book - they just fall in love with the spell the author put into the pages.

And I go home having lost her love. And write this book.

Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that dripsfrom my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have opened and itthrobs and hurts, and now and then a tear falls on the paper.

When you find yourself writing, reading, or listening the delivery of words when spoken? You know the melody of wordplay. "& I love Wordplay

I'm not just building a foundation or a house with the bricks people throw at me. I'm building entire worlds. it's called writing.

Writing is a piece of cake. Editing is a slab of liver.

A blind lover, don't knowwhat I love till I write it out

The real writer is one who really writes. Talent is an invention like phlogiston after the fact of fire. Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved.

Writing became such a process of discovery that I couldn't wait to get to work in the morning: I wanted to know what I was going to say. ~Sharon O'Brien

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

If you are going to write a book, Make sure it is going to be worth reading .

Until I knew that it was you inside me, who has so much to say, I hesitated writing.

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

Be still my hand and let the words write themselves upon my heart. Be still my heart and let your pages be filled in silence.

But perhaps she has given me the strength and the madness to write about the things that I once desired so long to put against the world.

You ask me why I write. You might as well ask me why I breathe. I need oxygen to feed my body and ink to feed my soul.

dear me i think i can run miles after miles through my mind by imaginary flyover, gather all together to write down on my notebook.

If you do not have the strength to forgive, then compel themselves and continue in that, do not write bad words.For all that you write, is your own burden, you're gonna wear.So just write nice!

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.