My Pen Quotes

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

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 ...

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

If life’s pen passion is ink!

You made a writer keep faith in his pen.

You ever had a hickey? I want to give you a hickey.""Karl, we're not fourteen!""Don't bloody care. I was in love with you when I was fourteen -- your neck owes me a hickey."(Karl & Elena)

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

Even as individuals become families and families become communities, and communities become nations, so eventually must the nations draw together in peace.

The pen is mightier than the sword as long as it doesn't run out of ink.

The greatest book is one written by your pen, but not exactly from your mind.

Be mindful of your thoughts and words for they are the pen writing that which will manifest.

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The road from ‘here’ to ‘there’ is a map yet to be written with the pen I hold in my hand.

Some writers aren't writers, they are mere escapees' and refugees' on an exile from the jungle of thoughts.

When the lyrical muse sings the creative pen dances.

As I pen these words to leave a lasting record, I wonder myself where it all began.

the pen is as wise as the mind that speaks through it

She held up the pen and gave him a lazy grin. "It's a rose."He came close. "It's a pen." He tried to pluck it from her hand."You are seriously lacking in imagination.

Lack of courage is what makes big dreams to sit in the ink of the paper instead of them running in the shoes of actions. Without courage, you remain a dreamer!

Best friend is like a pen and we're the paper. We'll not complete without their ink

Never let anyone use your toothbrush or your pen. -Author Wllm Worth

The paper is my savior, the pen my blood, to words that shed my world.

Power in society is achieved through control of the purse, pen, and politics.

When that little clock on my wall says “Olaotan! Olaotan!! Olaotan!!! It’s half past time to write”, I only have three things at my disposal: A pen, A piece of paper, and a crowded mind.

Writing is a disease of the mind, which is expressed through a pen.

If everyone took his pen and wrote just anything that came on his mind, we would greatly help researchers to understand how our minds work