Top Pen Quotes
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 ...
I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go t...
(n.) A feather.
(n.) A wing.
(n.) An instrument used for writing with ink, formerly made of a reed, or of the quill of a goose or other bird, but now also of other materials, as of steel, gold, etc. Also, originally, a stylus or other instrument for scratching or graving.
(n.) Fig.: A writer, or his style; as, he has a sharp pen.
(n.) The internal shell of a squid.
(n.) A female swan.
(v. t.) To write; to compose and commit to paper; to indite; to compose; as, to pen a sonnet.
(n. & v.) To shut up, as in a pen or cage; to confine in a small inclosure or narrow space; to coop up, or shut in; to inclose.
(n.) A small inclosure; as, a pen for sheep or for pigs.
When I read the ghastly lines of tragedy darkly penned into my life, I turn and notice that the pen in my hand is wet.
The greatest book is one written by your pen, but not exactly from your mind.
Some writers aren't writers, they are mere escapees' and refugees' on an exile from the jungle of thoughts.
The ink in your pen never reshapes your thoughts, you must replace the ink before the ink can be inked properly.
I had zero idea of what I was doing.. I honestly had no idea where to start. All I knew was I had something I craved to say.. I wanted to create art that lived on longer than I do. Perseverance and te...
Your sensitivity, your tenderness, your eyes make me pick up my pen and write, Mrignayni!
As writers we live life twice, like a cow that eats its food once and then regurgitates it to chew and digest it again. We have a second chance at biting into our experience and examining it. ...This...
I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it won't...
Sometimes ideas flow from my mind in a raging river of stringed sentences; I can scarcely scribble on the page fast enough to keep up with the mental current. Sometimes, however, beavers move in and d...