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#rite

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #rite




One of my favorite colors is no color at all.


Billy Baldwin


#colors #favorite

Write for the love of storytelling, not the acclaim.


Airambooksie


#quotes-about-writing #quotes-for-writers #love

[Non-flammable? Challenge accepted.] [Alan], I texted, [arson is bad.] [It's in the spirit of academic inquiry! It's SCIENCE!] ['Science' is not a legal defense.] [Damn them.]


KD Sarge


#louder-than-sirens #love-is-always-write #love

If you love the life very much, you will see that everything will be shining, everything will be sparkling!


Mehmet Murat ildan


#love

If we loved Steve Aylett, really loved him in the way that he deserves, a selfless love that genuinely wanted nothing save his happiness and comfort, we'd lobotomise him.


Alan Moore


#steve-aylett #writers #love

Fate had dedicated that love’s path would not run smoothly. Katie kept a secret from her husband and can they survive this? She had a lump in her breast. She was terrified it was cancer; her mum had died of it. A month later she got so sick she collapsed and had to be hospitalized. Tests revealed she had inoperable cancer. Surgery was no use nor was chemotherapy or radiography


Annette J. Dunlea


#honey-trap #irish-writer #love

Katie appeared as a ghost and cradled him in her arms and carried him, a frail dying version of her old husband, to heaven. The radio which was powered off suddenly comes on and played their song Follow Me. Nobody could see her only Ronan and he smiled and says “I knew you would come back for me love


Annette J. Dunlea


#honey-trap #irish-writer #love

Katie was forced to do the midnight walk of shame in the pitch dark in all her finery with her high heels in her hands bare footed and man less to the taxi base to get a taxi home. She looked like Cinderella having a nervous breakdown with her face and nose red and swollen and with mascara and tears running down her face, looking like a red pumpkin. She vowed she will never be hurt again and if she loves again it will be under her conditions.


Annette J. Dunlea


#annette-j-dunlea #irish-writer #home

My job as a poet, is not to succumb to despair but to find in words, an antidote for the emptiness of existence.


Michelle Geaney


#life #poets #writers #inspirational

Words can't describe... shouldn't be in a writer's vocabulary.


Mary M. Forbes


#inspirational #inspirational






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