I write until my pen bleeds with words that hurt. Do not cry!. My pen is a lethal medicine that killed a few and cured many.
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Quote:- I write with the entire alphabet, not just the popular letters.Readers don't want to lose themselves in the text. They want to find themselves in it.
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Author:- Mark R. Trost
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- I write, write and write but I can't find words that define what I feel inside.
Author:- Azereth Skivel
Category:- poetry
Quote:- I wrote a book. It sucked. I wrote nine more books. They sucked, too. Meanwhile, I read every single thing I could find on publishing and writing, went to conferences, joined professional organizations, hooked up with fellow writers in critique groups, and didn’t give up. Then I wrote one more book.
Author:- Beth Revis
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn't make sense to my teachers. They didn't rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets' motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I didn't think I felt anything. I was this mind more than a body or a heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind.
Baby Be-Bop
Author:- Francesca Lia Block
Category:- poetry
Quote:- I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn't write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky.
The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems
Author:- Tomas Tranströmer
Category:- poetry
Quote:- I yearn to make these scars disappearAnd to forget about the past.To throw away all of my fearsAnd to be happy at last.
Hidden Light
Author:- Atarah L. Poling
Category:- poetry
Quote:- I´m just not sending out the right vibe lately. Perhaps the fact that I wear stained sweatpants and free T-shirts is holding me back. I just can´t seem to get back into the intelligent-slut-for-hire outfits that lure men; even shoes with laces evade me. Plus my hair is Fran Lebowitz-esque. I think my eyes are getting closer together. I don´t know.
Split: A Memoir of Divorce
Author:- Suzanne Finnamore
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- I´ve blown it, the whole grisly charade.
Split: A Memoir of Divorce
Author:- Suzanne Finnamore
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- I, as much as anyone, knew that hope is what feeds us. It's the currency of mankind. The fuel of the soul. Without it, we wither and die.[Murphy Shepherd]
The Record Keeper
Author:- Charles Martin
Category:- hope
Quote:- I, for one, never can have too many books; nor can my books cover too many subjects. I may never read them all, but they are always there, and I never know what strange coast I am going to pick up at any time in sailing the world of knowledge.
Author:- Jack London
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- I, on the other hand, am a finished product. I absorb electrical energy directly and utilize it with an almost one hundred percent efficiency. I am composed of strong metal, am continuously conscious, and can stand extremes of environment easily. These are facts which, with the self-evident proposition that no being can create another being superior to itself, smashes your silly hypothesis to nothing.
I, Robot
Author:- Isaac Asimov
Category:- science
Quote:- I, too, love to live unchallenged and alone—to live with nature—which, truly, I perceive to be a breathing and a speaking nature; there is a species of living in partnership with her to me. Some English poets do an excellent job of expressing these ideas.(from the novel Love or Sacrifice.)
Author:- Delilah Godfrey
Category:- Love
Quote:- I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am;Maelström of passions in that hidden seaWhose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me;And in small compass the dark waters cram.- I, While the Gods Laugh, the World's Vortex Am
Collected Poems
Author:- Mervyn Peake
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- I?I walk alone;The midnight streetSpins itself from under my feet;My eyes shutThese dreaming houses all snuff out;Through a whim of mineOver gables the moon's celestial onionHangs high.IMake houses shrinkAnd trees diminishBy going far; my look's leashDangles the puppet-peopleWho, unaware how they dwindle,Laugh, kiss, get drunk,Nor guess that if I choose to blinkThey die.IWhen in good humour,Give grass its greenBlazon sky blue, and endow the sunWith gold;Yet, in my wintriest moods, I holdAbsolute powerTo boycott color and forbid any flowerTo be.IKnow you appearVivid at my side,Denying you sprang out of my head,Claiming you feelLove fiery enough to prove flesh real,Though it's quite clearAll your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,From me."Soliloquy of the Solipsist", 1956
The Collected Poems
Author:- Sylvia Plath
Category:- poetry
Quote:- I'd always catch the way you chewed on your pencil as you focused,your scent as you walked by,or the way you made my name sound different even though I had been hearing it the same waymy whole life.
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Author:- Anan$i
Category:- Love
Quote:- I'd been thinking about how close Jack and his mum seemed, their love for each other active and unashamed. But then, that's what tends to happen, loved ones rally for the initial drama, attracted to the shock, and then slowly people wander away, disinterested in the long grind towards rehabilitation.
If You Knew Her
Author:- Emily Elgar
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- I'd Better Not--
A man leaned over to a man in a pubAnd said in a voice‘I used to be thirty seven but now I’m fifty one’.And that’s how the years go.In handfuls.Like somebody is almost at the end of a bag of crispsAnd they tip the bag upAnd it’s as though they’re drinking crisps.That’s how the years go.
I Found This Shirt: Poems and Prose from the Centre
Author:- Ian McMillan
Category:- time
Quote:- I'd follow my father from book to book, gathering citations, listen as he named--like a field guide to Virginia--each flower and tree and bird as if to prove a man's pursuit of knowledge is greater than his shortcomings, the limits of his vision.
Monument: Poems New and Selected
Author:- Natasha Trethewey
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- I'd had nearly four years of experience looking at these clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight to the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years.
Paper Towns
Author:- John Green
Category:- time