Quotes About Journal

He started keeping a journal — had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person.

journal, in my opinion, is a repository of ideas—your brain on the page. A diary, by contrast, is your heart.

I worked regularly and kept a journal; I saw that creation was an accretive process which couldn't be hurried, and which involved patience and, primarily, love. I felt more solid myself, and not as if my mind were just a kind of cinema for myriad impressions and emotions to flicker through.

The first great paper on allosteric proteins, written with Changeux and Jacob, was submitted to The Journal of Molecular Biology at the end of 1962.

A chronicle is very different from history proper.

The truths you establish early stay with you. They're written in the journal of who you are—the one you carry around in your pocket like an operating manual for life.

Each transaction goes in the appropriate journal in chronological order. The entry should include information about the date of the transaction, the accounts to which the transaction was posted, and the source material used for developing the transaction.

don't think anything really heals trauma. You just find some kind of narrative to learn to cohabit with it. I suppose now is the time to admit to you, Dear Diary, I never had a therapist. I always imagined that if I did she would coax me to start a journal.

Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.

Time flies... scrapbook it.

He pulled out his personal journal and pen. Jess understood the impulse, all too well, to spill out the bile and hurt into ink, where no one could see it.

It was a red Moleskine—made of neither mole nor skin, but nonetheless the preferred journal of my associates who felt the need to journal in non-electronic form.

Or access CNI News, a twice-monthly Internet news journal addressing UFO phenomena, space exploration and related issues.

I carry around a black leather Moleskine journal all the time. And I always write ideas down, especially when I'm on set and working with actors like Jeremy Irons and Viola Davis and learning from them.

I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.

I am ashamed every day, and more ashamed the next. But I will spend the rest of my life in this living space writing these notes, this journal, recording my acts and reflections, finding some honor, some worth at the bottom of things. I want ten thousand pages that will stop the world.

That night I wrote in my journal: Trees are schizophrenic now and beginning to lose control, enraged with the shock of their fiery new colors. Someone -- was it van Gogh? -- said that orange is the color of insanity. _Beauty is terror._ We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. That night I wrote in my journal: "Trees are schizophrenic now and beginning to lose control, enraged with the shock of their fiery new colors. Someone—was it van Gogh?—said that orange is the color of insanity. Beauty is terror. We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.

combat worry, such as keeping a prayer journal and rereading it when I'm under attack.

One of the reasons why Nicole's life at home appeared so disenchanting was that she had set the bar of happiness out of reach. Nothing else, "except him," she wrote in her journal the day after the argument, would suffice.

Between June 1 and August 1, 200,825 British soldiers in France, out of two million, were hit hard enough that they could not report for duty even in the midst of desperate combat. Then the disease was gone. On August 10, the British command declared the epidemic over. In Britain itself on August 20, a medical journal stated that the influenza epidemic "has completely disappeared.

My body is a journal in a way. It's like what sailors used to do, where every tattoo meant something, a specific time in your life when you make a mark on yourself, whether you do it yourself with a knife or with a professional tattoo artist.

I had begun to keep a journal. Not for myself, but for the future. My bloodline. Every Hunter kept a record, meant to inspire and teach from beyond the grave. I felt sorry for the kid who inherited mine.

Any influence that the journal might have had eroded further in the summer of 2017, after Trump's tin-eared and self-indulgent response to the death of a counterprotester at an alt-right rally in Charlottesville, Virginia. Krein disavowed his support of the president. In the pages of the New York Times, he wrote, "Mr. Trump has betrayed the foundations of our common citizenship.