Quotes About Journaling

He began to write his thoughts and observations concerning the day's events [...] It helped him better understand everything he had seen and done over the course of the day.

While I was in bed, I thought about journals. I'd never kept one. I'd never given them much thought. Was there a comfort in them? There must be, or people wouldn't bother with them. Still, I wasn't sure I could imagine where such comfort would be hiding.

Sometimes the best way to express what we feel is to put our thoughts down on paper.

Keep a notebook. Travel with it, eat with it, sleep with it. Slap into it every stray thought that flutters up in your brain. Cheap paper is less perishable than gray matter, and lead pencil markings endure longer than memory.

Whenever he was unclear about some idea or emotion, uncertain in his perception of someone or vague about a memory, he sat to his journal and wrote as precisely as he could what he thought or felt or remembered, and thereby gave those thoughts and feelings and memories the solidity and authority of words recorded on a page. And by that simple act made of them his abiding truth.

Slightly embarrassing admission: Even when I was a kid, I used to have these little spy books, and I would, like, see what everybody was doing in my neighborhood and log it down.

An honest man with an open Bible and a pad and pencil is sure to find out what is wrong with him very quickly.

Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines.

We write to remember our nows later.

These handwritten words in the pages of my journal confirm that from an early age I have experienced each encounter in my life twice: once in the world, and once again on the page.

I keep a journal, and every day I write down one great play that I had that day. I don't write down any negatives.

I had been a zealous writer of journals my whole life, and beginning my newspaper column gave me a huge sense of purpose while enabling me to understand my own emotions by reading them in black and white.

When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.

"War gives men a plain-and-simple something to do ... Women write diaries in the hope that their words will beckon fate." It's a romantic manifesto.

I've always been steady on and off keeping diaries and journals. I try to document everything so I can remember it the older I get.

Keeping a journal has taught me that there is not so much new in your life as you sometimes think. When you re-read your journal you find out that your latest discovery is something you already found out five years ago. Still, it is true that one penetrates deeper and deeper into the same ideas and the same experiences.

I carry a notebook with me everywhere. But that's only the first step.

I keep a writer's notebook and also put all my daily schedules and to-do lists in it.

I don't know what I'd do without my little black notebook.

I've been writing in notebooks for 40 years or so.

Notebooks allow for all kinds of record-keeping, and I kept one myself as a kid. I was attracted to mixing up words and pictures freely, since that's how I think.

I handwrite out all my lines. I like to see my handwriting, and I like to keep my notes over time.

When I write notes in my journal, I'm just trying to scribble down as much as possible. Later on, I decide whether to follow some of those first impressions or whether to abandon them.

For years I've advocated keeping a gratitude journal, writing down five things every day that brought pleasure and gratefulness