Quotes About Diary

I'm sorry. This is diary, not enlightenment.

Confine your imagination. Do not lose yourself to dangerous daydreams. Do not sit and ponder and dwell on a life you are not living. Do something active. Exercise. Work harder. Answer your emails. Fill your diary with harmless social activities. By doing, we stop ourselves imagining. And imagining for us is a fast-moving car heading toward a cliff.

Nicole Brown Simpson: The Private Diary of a Life Interrupted

I would rather have someone read my diary than look at my iPod playlists.

You read her diary! That's wrong, Ma!" Ma closes the incinerator door and raises her palms in the air like she's praying. "I have to find out what's going on in her head, don't I? It's my duty to keep her safe." "You'll make her dangerous instead," Starry answers.

The Boston Catholic Diary did not deny that slavery was unjust, but it declared "infinitely more reprehensible" the "zealots who would madly attempt to eradicate the evil by the destruction of our federal union." The "illustrious Liberator" could afix his signature to any document he pleased, but he had "no right to shackle the opinions of the Irishmen of America. . . . We can tell the abolitionists that we acknowledge no dictation from a foreign source. . . .

Kimse dinlemiyorsa beni -ya da istedi?im gibi dinlemiyorsa- günlük tutmaktan ba?ka çare kalm?yor. Can?m insanlar! Sonunda, bana, bunu da yapt?n?z.

faithfully kept a Confucian-style diary of daily self-criticism.

Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.

I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.

During his first term as president, Jefferson spent $7,500—roughly $120,000 in today's currency—on wine, and he is generally regarded as America's first great wine connoisseur. (He might also have been America's first great wine bore. "There was, as usual, a dissertation upon wines," John Quincy Adams noted in his diary after dining with Jefferson in 1807. "Not very edifying.")

We were evolving with different needs. I needed to explore beyond myself and Robert needed to search within himself. He explored the vocabulary of his work, and as his components shifted and morphed, he was in effect creating a diary of his internal evolution, heralding the emergence of a suppressed sexual identity.

As I write this entry in my diary, I myself feel like a diary which has been left out in the rain, from which the moisture has washed away the cramped inky writing, the record of thousands of days and nights, leaving only a blank and sodden page.