Best Writing Quotes to Inspire, Uplift & Motivate You Every Day

“Writing, the art of communicating thoughts to the mind through the eye, is the great invention of the world...enabling us to converse with the dead, the absent, and the unborn, at all distances of time and space.”

“Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report written on birds that he'd had three months to write, which was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books about birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him put his arm around my brother's shoulder, and said, "Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.”

“She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things. She had tried being in a band, writing plays and children's books, she had tried acting and getting a job in publishing. Perhaps crime fiction was just another failed project to place alongside trapeze, Buddhism and Spanish.”

“Let All Your Life’s Experiences Lead To More Writing & Encourage More Reading..!”

“Every story I write is a movie in motion - I just let the reader hold the camera.”

“At sixteen, poets think that if they publish in a magazine that will be”

“Writers do like money; artists, contrary to popular belief, do like to eat. It’s only that money isn’t the driving force. I feel very rich when I have time to write and very poor when I get a regular paycheck and no time to work at my real work. Think of it. Employers pay salaries for time. That is the basic commodity that human beings have that is valuable. We exchange our time in life for money. Writers stay with the first step—their time—and feel it is valuable even before they get money for it. They hold on to it and aren’t so eager to sell it.”

“Want something else more than success. Success is a lovely thing, but your desire to say something, your worth, and your identity shouldn’t rely on it, because it’s not guaranteed and it’s not permanent and it’s not sufficient. So work hard, fall in love with the writing—the characters, the story, the words, the themes—and make sure that you are who you are regardless of your life circumstances. That way, when the good things come, they don’t warp you, and when the bad things hit you, you don’t fall apart.”

“...at some point you need to stop looking out at others and start looking inward, at yourself, at your own accomplishments, at your own foibles, at your own successes and your own failures. It's only when you begin to look inward that you can begin to have an effect on those out there, the ones with the greedy eyes and outstretched hands.”

“At this rate, I'm still going to be aspiring by the time I'm expiring.”

“Curiosity is the beginning of all creativity.”

“Nothing makes a person desire improvement like failure”

“Imagine in vibrant detail your heart’s desire—a reality only you can envision, an adventure only you can direct.”

“To become successful, one must put themselves in the paths of giants!”

“...when I was successful, but accused of arrogance, I wanted to drag every journalist who misunderstood to this place, and make them see that for a woman, a working-class woman, to want to be a writer, to want to be a good writer, and to believe that you were good enough, that was not arrogance; that was politics.”

“Rich will be my life if I”

“Writing is really just a matter of writing a lot, writing consistently and having faith that you'll continue to get better and better. Sometimes, people think that if they don't display great talent and have some success right away, they won't succeed. But writing is about struggling through and learning and finding out what it is about writing itself that you really love.”

“Almost anyone can be an author; the business is to collect money and fame from this state of being.”

“Alcohol makes other people less tedious, and food less bland, and can help provide what the Greeks called”

“Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.”

“Some people love you as a chapter. Not as the whole story.”

“How can I expect readers to know who I am if I do not tell them about my family, my friends, the relationships in my life? Who am I if not where I fit in the world, where I fit in the lives of the people dear to me?”

“Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.”

“If you haven't cried at least once while writing a chapter of your inspirational book, then you have to ask yourself if your're writing fiction.”

“There’s nothing that I love more than being a writer. I thank God for this passion.”

“I don't profess any religion; I don't think it’s possible that there is a God; I have the greatest difficulty in understanding what is meant by the words ‘spiritual’ or ‘spirituality.'”

“I am going to provide everything for my humans! Water. Food. Relationships. They can call on me whenever they want! I will be their healer, their provider, their friend”

“I am going to provide everything for my humans! Water. Food. Relationships. They can call on me whenever they want! I will be their healer, their provider, their friend and their God. I will be available to them for whatever they want and need! This is literally all for them!”

“I get up, my legs weak and my body still shaking.”

“Thaddeus was just a normal guy, different from the angels roaming around. He was almost embarrassed to meet the grandeur of God, seeing himself as so small when he first got to Heaven on Orientation Day. Though he felt youthful and looked young, Thaddeus had died in his sleep at ninety years old, awakening in Heaven. He was anxious to be more than what he was on Earth and willing to prove himself now that he felt he’d been given a second chance with God.”

“We hear the children.”

“Stories migrate secretly. The assumption that whatever we now believe is just common sense, or what we always knew, is a way to save face. It's also a way to forget the power of a story and of a storyteller, the power in the margins, and the potential for change.”

“Every ending writes the first chapter of something new.”

“I believe every story has the power to change someone — even if just a little. And that’s enough.”

“I believe in hope, in what is something called ”radical hope.” I believe there is hope for all of us, even amid the suffering. And that’s why I write fiction, probaby. It’s my attempt to keep that fragile strand of radical hope, to buld a fire in the darkness.r”

“Great losses are great lessons.”

“The greatest happiness is a quiet kind. It’s the tender understanding that we’re living in a very strange place full of strange creatures. And there’s quite a bit of wonder in that.”

“To what extent does anybody control his destiny? Life is very much like falling of the edge of a cliff. You have complete freedom to make all the choices you want to take on your way down. My characters choose to yearn and not lose hope even when the odds are completely against them. It doesn't make the landing at the end of that fall any less painful but, somehow, it helps them keep a little dignity their bone broken body.”

“I finished the [blog] post reflecting on the fact that, despite all the changes in my life, maybe I wasn't so different after all. If I typed it, maybe I could believe it, too.”

“So don't be frightened, dear friend, if a sadness confronts you larger than any you have ever known, casting its shadow over all you do. You must think that something is happening within you, and remember that life has not forgotten you; it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall. Why would you want to exclude from your life any uneasiness, any pain, any depression, since you don't know what work they are accomplishing within you?”

“In the future, as in the present, as in the past, black people will build many new worlds.”

“I'm a writer and this is what I do no matter what name we put to it. Year by year, the world is turning into a darker and stranger place than any of us could want. This is the only thing I do that has potential to shine a little further than my immediate surroundings. For me, each story is a little candle held up to the dark of night, trying to illuminate the hope for a better world where we all respect and care for each other.”

“Maybe love wasn’t always loud and obvious. Maybe sometimes it crept up quietly, disguised as laughter and late-night talks and a friend who never let go.”

“It wasn’t a rush of infatuation. This was quieter. Warmer. Safe.”

“Stepping into something new. Something that, for the first time in a long while, felt like hope.”

“I can be a better boyfriend than him.”

“Flowers don't tell, they show. That's the way good books should be too."--Stephanie Skeem. Author of Flotsam”

“Writing for you and about you is an absolute feeling of mingling into the ocean, there is a place where all the water meets, places and philosophies meet. I meet you where sun and horizon meets. I will surrender to you where a brook leaves a mountain! I will wander with you where water bursts out of a rock and cascades”

“Itulah mengapa negeri Timur punya teramat sedikit penulis. Orang di sana terlalu bahagia dengan kehidupan sendiri hingga tak perlu memikirkan hidup orang lain. jadi apa gunanya lagi ada kecerdasan kalau semua adalah melulu soal perasaan!”

“Do we take less pride in the possession of our home because its walls were built by some unknown carpenter, its tapestries woven by some unknown weaver on a far Oriental shore, in some antique time? No. We show our home to our friends with the pride as if it were our home, which it is. Why then should we take less pride when reading a book written by some long-dead author? Is it not our book just as much, or even more so, than theirs? So the landowner says, ‘Look at my beautiful home! Isn’t it fine?’ And not, ‘Look at the home so-and-so has built.’ Thus we shouldn’t cry, ‘Look what so-and-so has written. What a genius so-and-so is!’ But rather, ‘Look at what I have read! Am I not a genius? Have I not invented these pages? The walls of this universe, did I not build? The souls of these characters, did I not weave?”

“Do you know where your breakthrough begins? Your breakthrough begins where your excuses ends.”

“There is a miracle in your mess, don't let the mess make you miss the miracle.”

“Health is hearty, health is harmony, health is happiness.”

“If you want to be a writer, write a little bit every day. Pay attention to the world around you. Stories are hiding, waiting everywhere. You just have to open your eyes and your heart.”

“Common man's patience will bring him more happiness than common man's power.”

“We may know that the work we continue to put off doing will be bad. Worse, however, is the work we never do. A work that’s finished is at least finished. It may be poor, but it exists, like the miserable plant in the lone flowerpot of my neighbour who’s crippled. That plant is her happiness, and sometimes it’s even mine. What I write, bad as it is, may provide some hurt or sad soul a few moments of distraction from something worse. That’s enough for me, or it isn’t enough, but it serves some purpose, and so it is with all of life.”

“May your day be filled with joy with a sprinkling of positivity on top.”

“I will never accept life for what it is. I don't need an easy life. My road was meant to be hard because anything worth having in this world will take me to the very edge of myself. I will overcome everything I have ever gone through and will make my future the one God intended me to have. I will pick up the pieces of this pain and sculpt it into art. I am not ordinary and never was. I walk into my birthright as a queen with her head held high. I was born to do this!”

“Champagne arrived in flûtes on trays, and we emptied them with gladness in our hearts... for when feasts are laid and classical music is played, where champagne is drunk once the sun has sunk and the season of summer is alive in spicy bloom, and beautiful women fill the room, and are generous with laughter and smiles... these things fill men's hearts with joy and remind one that life’s bounty is not always fleeting but can be captured, and enjoyed. It is in writing about this scene that I relive this night in my soul.”

“If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.”

“I believe that to be the world's greatest living”

“In years past, a person died, and eventually all those with memories of him or her also died, bringing about the complete erasure of that person's existence. Just as the human body returned to dust, mingling with atoms of the natural world, a person's existence would return to nothingness.”

“I grew up in a hospital and as a child I played in the dissecting room”

“Forget it. Never explain; never apologize. You can either write posthumously or you can't.”

“I recognized my work for what it was--as unimportant a drug as cigarettes to get one through the weeks and years. If we are extinguished by death, as I still try to believe, what point is there in leaving some books behind any more than bottles, clothes, or cheap jewellry?”

“At the evident risk of seeming ridiculous, I want to begin by saying that I have tried for much of my life to write as if I was composing my sentences to be read posthumously. I hope this isn't too melodramatic or self-centred a way of saying that I attempt to write as if I did not care what reviewers said, what peers thought, or what prevailing opinions may be.”

“Never use abstract nouns when concrete ones will do. If you mean “More people died” don’t say “Mortality rose.”

“When the last autumn of Dickens's life was over, he continued to work through his final winter and into spring. This is how all of us writers give away the days and years and decades of our lives in exchange for stacks of paper with scratches and squiggles on them. And when Death calls, how many of us would trade all those pages, all that squandered lifetime-worth of painfully achieved scratches and squiggles, for just one more day, one more fully lived and experienced day? And what price would we writers pay for that one extra day spent with those we ignored while we were locked away scratching and squiggling in our arrogant years of solipsistic isolation?”

“One wants to tell a story, like Scheherezade, in order not to die. It's one of the oldest urges in mankind. It's a way of stalling death.”

“I thought you died, but writing this, I'm not sure you did.”

“In a world where everyone struggles to survive whatever the cost, how could one judge those who decide to die?”

“Writing is one method of dealing with being human or wanting to suicide cause in order to write you kill yourself at the same time while remaining alive.”

“Writing, painting, singing- it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death’s footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives.”

“I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.”

“We are all refugees from our childhoods. And so we turn, among other things, to stories. To write a story, to read a story, is to be a refugee from the state of refugees. Writers and readers seek a solution to the problem that time passes, that those who have gone are gone and those who will go, which is to say every one of us, will go. For there was a moment when anything was possible. And there will be a moment when nothing is possible. But in between we can create.”

“My favourite piece of information is that Branwell Brontë, brother of Emily and Charlotte, died standing up leaning against a mantle piece, in order to prove it could be done.”

“But on paper, things can live forever.”

“Your message might reach the ears of the audience, barely scratch the surface of their minds, and never get close to their hearts—to what they care about.”

“Not everyone needs to have the rhetorical wizardry of Barack Obama or the wordsmithery of Ernest Hemingway! You just need to be authentic.”

“What will other people think? It reflects the human yearning for belonging versus the imagined harsh reactions of the world. But in reality, people care much less than you think, and that’s the naked truth.”

“Speak your truth and share your story, for you never know the magic that awaits on the other side of authenticity and vulnerability.”

“Hope is like a beacon in the darkness. It stands like a lighthouse, guiding lost ships toward safe shores.”

“A quote is just ink until the moment makes it matter. It’s not the words that change—it’s where you are when they find you.”

“Writing has taught me that the frontier isn’t always a place. Sometimes it’s a season of your life. The space between who you were and who you might still become.”

“Working together as a team helps build a cohesive organization.”

“At the time we were all convinced that we had to speak, write,and publish as quickly as possible and as much as possible and that this was necessary for the good of mankind. Thousands of us published and wrote in an effort to teach others, all the while disclaiming and abusing one another. Without taking note of the fact that we knew nothing, that we did not know the answer to the simplest question of life, the question of what is right and what is wrong, we all went on talking without listening to one another.”

“Every impression ever made on a person from newborn babyhood onwards will contribute to the shape and texture of the imagination.”

“What is home but a book we write, then”

“Imagery plays a vital role in conveying a message, bringing it to life, and engaging readers' senses and emotions.”

“By incorporating vivid and descriptive imagery, I strive to enable readers to 'see' and 'feel' the world I have created, aiming to make the message more tangible and relatable.”

“The novel is a formidable mass, and it is so amorphous - no mountain in it to climb, no Parnassus or Helicon, not even a Pisgah. It is most distinctly one of the moister areas of literature - irrigated by a hundred rills and occasionally degenerating into a swamp. I do not wonder that the poets despise it, though they sometimes find themselves in it by accident. And I am not surprised at the annoyance of the historians when by accident it finds itself among them.”

“How could poetry and literature have arisen from something as plebian as the cuneiform equivalent of grocery-store bar codes? I prefer the version in which Prometheus brought writing to man from the gods. But then I remind myself that…we should not be too fastidious about where great ideas come from. Ultimately, they all come from a wrinkled organ that at its healthiest has the color and consistency of toothpaste, and in the end only withers and dies.”

“If I'm still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre--the poems, the poems!--in horror. Read Satori in Paris lately? But if I had never read Jack Kerouac's horrendous poems, I never would have had the guts to write horrendous poems myself. I never would have signed up for Mrs. Safford's poetry class the spring of junior year, which led me to poetry readings, which introduced me to bad red wine, and after that it's all just one big blurry condemned path to journalism and San Francisco.”

“And so I pray I am today as honest”

“Everything has its poetry. 94”

“Talent is a faucet. When it is on, one must write. Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.”

“Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd had more hors d'oeuvres.”

“There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!”

“Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.”

“When words lose their meaning, physical force takes over.”