Typewriter Quotes

Typewriter Quote of the day

I get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.

At the beginning of that interval a type-machine was a curiosity. The person who owned one was a curiosity, too. But now it is the other way about: the person who doesn't own one is a curiosity.

It had as many immoralities as the machine of today has virtues. After a year or two I found that it was degrading my character, so I thought I would give it to Howells.

Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.

I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.

Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I've overdose from the idea of loving you.

I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.

The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.

We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.

To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.

To increase the chances of a writer trying to kill themselves, cut off their hands.

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

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

Maybe one day we’ll find that place, where you and I could be together and we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.

Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.

She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.

technology murdered childhood.

Magic is when you live your life the way you didn’t picture it and leave nothing behind.

Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.

The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they’ll be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.

Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition.

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

This typewriter is the only one that has listened to me throughout the years, the only one who wants to know the girl beneath my layers.

I am grateful for the white sheet - all my stories are his.

I didn't know much about computers. I still worked on a manual Olivetti typewriter.

I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.

Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.

It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.

If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.

Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.

Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.

You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.

Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.

We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary.

But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.

Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.

She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.

She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.

Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.