Quotes and Sayings about Sentences

If you stop to think about it, you’ll have to admit that all the stories in the world consist essentially of twenty-six letters. The letters are always the same, only the arrangement varies. From letters words are formed, from words sentences, from sentences chapters, and from chapters stories.

An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.

I wake up in the morning and my mind starts making sentences, and I have to get rid of them fast - talk them or write them down.

Complete sentences - now there's something that's hard to come by these days.

How would it be after the last sentence? The last sentence he had always feared and from the middle of a book, he had always been tormented by the thought that there would inevitably be a last sentence.

Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed, it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

A living poem had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.

Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

Word to the wise writer: never underestimate your secondary characters! But watch them... they sneak off with stuff.

Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.

A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.

My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.

The most important thing is to read as much as you can, like I did. It will give you an understanding of what makes good writing and it will enlarge your vocabulary.

So long as men write what they think, then all of the other freedoms - all of them - may remain intact. And it is then that writing becomes a weapon of truth.

I do have a tendency to walk on the dark side sometimes. I have suffered from depression, I know how that feels, I have an innate inclination that way. Writing does help with that.

People aren't like numbers. They're more like letters. And those letters want to become stories. And dad said that stories need to be shared.

Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.

Where words are scarse, they are seldome spent in vaine.

After all, only so much we can say,
words can lose their meaning, once you walk away.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

A heavy hart can't be freed by words. But words can lead to action.

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

Long before blades and sorcery are needed, words... can save a soul.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

The beginning is always dark.

Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside.

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.

"You see, Momo," he told her one day, "it's like this: Sometimes, when you've a very long street ahead of you, you think how terribly long it is and feel sure you'll never get it swept."
He gazed silently into space before continuing.
"And then you start to hurry," he went on. "You work faster and faster, and every time you look up there seems to be just as much left to sweep as before, and you try even harder, and you panic, and in the end you're out of breath and have to stop - and still the street stretches away in front of you. That's not the way to do it."

He pondered a while. Then he said, "You must never think of the whole street at once, understand? You must only concentrate on the next step, the next breath, the next stroke of the broom, and the next, and the next. Nothing else."
Again he paused for thought before adding, "That way you enjoy your work, which is important, because then you make a good job of it. And that's how it ought to be."

A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.

In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.

Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.

Home is a hard place to leave, even if you are unhappy there.

Human beings can't bear silence. It would mean that they would bear themselves.

But time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.

Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.

"It was just one of those things," I said, "You know, that just happens. You don't think or plan. You just do it."