#writing

If a person who is content with his life meets someone who makes everything just a little bit more challenging, who both fits and doesn't fit into his life and his routine, to quote Guy Fieri, it is On Like Donkey Kong: swing the rope, jump the barrel, and save the princess. ↗

— Sarah Wendell

#romance #writing #life

By remaining constrained in one's environment or country or family, one has little chance of being other than the original prescription. By leaving, one gains a perspective, a distance of both space and time, which is essential for writing about family or home, in any case. ↗

— Rabih Alameddine

#family #home #life #writing #family

Writing is an escape from life reading is living a different life. ↗

— Sofia Kennedy

#writing #life

My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stories are like guideposts to my heart... ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#writing #short-story

Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#writer

The thing all writers do best is find ways to avoid writing. ↗

— Alan Dean Foster

#writing #writer

A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket. ↗

— Charles Péguy

#writing #writer

Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and fall into a vortex, as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#novel

Knock the bullshit off. Love her like crazy, endlessly, stripped of reserve and preservation. Be out of our fucking minds with love, lust and longing. Belonging. Knock on the door of uncertainty and bounce in anticipation of not knowing what resides behind it. Love whatever comes our way because it’s part of us. Love every ugly word and beautiful sigh. ↗

— Pella Grace

#romance #beauty

The wise hero must realise how terrible it will be, when all the wealth of this world lies waste, as now in various places throughout this middle-earth walls stand, blown by the wind covered with frost, the buildings storm-swept. The halls decay, their lords lie deprived of joy, the whole hearth-troop has fallen, proud by the wall. from THE WANDERER, lines 73-80 ↗

— Anonymous

#beautiful-writing #destruction #futility #haunting #middle-earth