Top Diary Quotes

We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.

I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

Diary Definition

(n.) A register of daily events or transactions; a daily record; a journal; a blank book dated for the record of daily memoranda; as, a diary of the weather; a physician's diary.

(a.) lasting for one day; as, a diary fever.

I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tr...

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

Zoo-Wee Mama!

Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can't help it. Classical music isn't just . It's a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the soul...

I am a woman first of all. At the core of my work was a journal written for the father I lost, loved and wanted to keep. I am personal. I am essentially human, not intellectual. I do not understand ab...

For I have nothing to lean on, nowhere to call my home and there is nowhere I will go for Christmas to rest my head and touch familiar walls. I have no degree to show on paper or employment to take ca...

If I can only write my memoir once, how do I edit it?

… my joints ache with fatigue, my dried up body trembles toward its own destruction in turmoils of which I dare not become fully conscious, in my head are astonishing convulsions.

Women are like locked diaries that men expect to read like open books.

Each year, take a step aside, look back, and recognize how the people you have met, what you have read, and what you've heard, have changed you slightly for the better or maybe slightly worse. Similar...

The day you left, it felt like I lost a diary in which I had been writing for so long. Now all that memories flashes in bits and pieces inside my head always and makes me wish that I could sit back an...

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.

Amidst a symphony of entropic cascades, each and every drop still has enough gravity to make lightning or life.

Everyone thinks I'm showing off when I talk, ridiculous when I'm silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I'm tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I should.

Really, this people, only yesterday so intelligent and discerning, seem to have been overcome by a disease of the mind

You sought to preserve your creative instincts and what would nourish them. But neurosis itself does not nourish the artist, you know; he creates in spite of it, out of anything, any material given to...

Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.

Today there's no one here, so I find a rock and open my notebookfilled with letters to Lucca,reading them,noticing how the lettersdecreased in frequencyover the past couple of months.When i started,sh...