Total found: 25
A. Saleh
When people starts to enjoy a writer's pen, he becomes a legend even if his stories are neither long nor publicly surrounded by expectations.
Anne Bradstreet
I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it won't advance,/ They'll say it's stolen, or else, it was by chance.
Anne Fadiman
Muses are fickle, and many a writer, peering into the voice, has escaped paralysis by ascribing the creative responsibility to a talisman: a lucky charm, a brand of paper, but most often a writing instrument. Am I writing well? Thank my pen. Am I writing badly? Don't blame me blame my pen. By such displacements does the fearful imagination defend itself.
Anne Fadiman
Pen-bereavement is a serious matter.
Avijeet Das
You made a writer keep faith in his pen.
bell hooks
I mostly want to remind her of the recipes of healing, and give her my own made-on-the spot remedy for the easing of her pain. I tell her, Get a pen. Stop crying so you can write this down and start working on it tonight. My remedy is long. But the last item on the list says: When you wake up and find yourself living someplace where there is nobody you love and trust, no community, it is time to leave town
Craig D. Lounsbrough
What would behoove me to instantly declare God not to be God unless He followed my script in some tediously exacting manner? I must confess that I am less likely to believe that it's a matter of some narcissistic demand that I freely pen my own script. Rather, I think it's fear that I'm too inadequate to follow God's.
Craig D. Lounsbrough
The hand of God is wonderfully evident at those times when He pens stories whose lines we ourselves are far too fearful to pen or whose imaginations are far too limited to envision. And I would unashamedly suggest that the Christmas story is that very story.
Cynthia Voigt
She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls' hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.
Israelmore Ayivor
If life's pen; passion is ink!
Kamand Kojouri
It is a dangerous thing to substitute reading or writing for living. Live first, then write.
Kamand Kojouri
A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words
Kamand Kojouri
I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.
Kamand Kojouri
I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?
Kamand Kojouri
They took my booksbecause my message was love.They took my penbecause my words were love.Then they took my voicebecause my song was love.Soon they'll take myselfso nothing remains.But they don't know that when I'm gonemy love will stay.
Kamand Kojouri
I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities
Kamand Kojouri
Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.
Kamand Kojouri
I haven't written you a poem in years it seems.How can it be my faultwhen the words to describe you have not yet been created?When the alphabet lacks the very letters?How can it be my fault when your loveliness only growsby the time I reach for pen and paper?Tell me how I am at faultwhen I am only a beginner in poemsand you are exquisite poetry?To write you in words is to put a veil upon you.Why must I writewhen I can kiss you instead?
Kamand Kojouri
I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.
Kamand Kojouri
There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.
Kamand Kojouri
Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...
Kamand Kojouri
All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.
Kamand Kojouri
I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities
Michael Bassey Johnson
Your mind is a book; God is the pen.
Sanober Khan
the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.