Quotes on Diaries

Listening to my songs is like reading my diary.

I suppose this is the reason why diaries are so rarely kept nowadays- that nothing ever happens to anybody.

From the night, his solitude, the poet finds day and starts a diary that is lethal to the inert. The dark landscape yields a dialogue.

DIARY, n. A daily record of that part of one's life, which he can relate to himself without blushing.

The library is not only a diary of the human race, but marks an act of faith in the continuity of humanity.

I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people.

The literature of the inner life is very largely a record of struggle with the inordinate passions of the social self.

Some of the craftiest scoundrels that ever walked this earth . . . will gravely jot down in diaries the events of every day, and keep a regular debtor and creditor account with heaven, which shall always show a floating balance in their own favour.

But we don’t remember those lives. We can’t read our diaries.’ ‘It doesn’t matter. We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.’ ‘But can we choose that?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘We’re Dead. Can we really choose anything?’ ‘Maybe. If we want to bad enough.

People who are busy and happy don't write diaries; they are too busy living.

I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.

Please read my diary, look through my things and figure me out.

Keep a diary, but don't just list all the things you did during the day. Pick one incident and write it up as a brief vignette. Give it color, include quotes and dialogue, shape it like a story with a beginning, middle and end—as if it were a short story or an episode in a novel. It's great practice. Do this while figuring out what you want to write a book about. The book may even emerge from within this running diary.

They say it's the good girls who keep diaries. The bad girls never have the time. Me, I just wanna live a life I'm gonna remember even if I don't write it down.

In my childhood diary I wrote: “I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people, then you have to be separated from them, and that hurts too much.

For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.