{"quotes":[{"text":"There is, of course, always the personal satisfaction of writing down one's experiences so they may be saved, caught and pinned under glass, hoarded against the winter of forgetfulness. Time has been cheated a little, at least in one's own life, and a personal, trivial immortality of an old self assured. And there is another personal satisfaction: that of the people who like to recount their adventures, the diary-keepers, the story-tellers, the letter-writers, a strange race of people who feel half cheated of an experience unless it is retold. It does not really exist until it is put into words. As though a little doubting or dull, they could not see it until it is repeated. For, paradoxically enough, the more unreal an experience becomes - translated from real action into unreal words, dead symbols for life itself - the more vivid it grows. Not only does it seem more vivid, but its essential core becomes clearer. One says excitedly to an audience, 'Do you see - I can't tell you how strange it was - we all of us felt...' although actually, at the time of incident, one was not conscious of such a feeling, and only became so in the retelling. It is as inexplicable as looking all afternoon at a gray stone of a beach, and not realizing, until one tries to put it on canvas, that is in reality bright blue.","author":"Anne Morrow Lindbergh","tags":["experiences","feeling","journals","meaning","stories","time","writing"],"id":44929,"author_id":"Anne+Morrow+Lindbergh"},{"text":"In part. She sat down and pulled her necklace out of her shirt. 'I read about it in my mother's journal. The Witches believe we are all parts of a whole. Like the phases of the moon. Together, we complete the circle and bring balance.","author":"Amber Argyle","tags":["beliefs","circles","journals","moon","waning-gibbous"],"id":49344,"author_id":"Amber+Argyle"},{"text":"Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.","author":"Sylvia Plath","tags":["journals","kissing","life","sylvia-plath"],"id":52193,"author_id":"Sylvia+Plath"},{"text":"All night, after the exhausting games of canasta, we would look over the immense sea, full of white-flecked and green reflections, the two of us leaning side by side on the railing, each of us far away, flying in his own aircraft to the stratospheric regions of his own dreams. There we understood that our vocation, our true vocation, was to move for eternity along the roads and seas of the world. Always curious, looking into everything that came before our eyes, sniffing out each corner but only ever faintly--not setting down roots in any land or staying long enough to see the substratum of things the outer limits would suffice.","author":"Ernesto Che Guevara","tags":["bohemian","che-guevara","diaries","diary","exploration","journal","journaling","journals","self-discovery","travel","travel-notes","travel-writing","travelling","vagabonding","wanderlust"],"id":73473,"author_id":"Ernesto+Che+Guevara"},{"text":"The need to document my insanity is an affliction I have not yet cured myself of...","author":"Lydia Lunch","tags":["diaries","insanity","journals","writing"],"id":101538,"author_id":"Lydia+Lunch"},{"text":"If a man chooses to be promiscuous, he may still turn up his nose at promiscuity. He may still demand a woman be faithful to him, to save him from his own lust. But women have lust, too. Why should they be relegated to the position of custodian of emotions, watcher of the infants, feeder of soul,body and pride of man?","author":"Sylvia Plath","tags":["feminism","journals","sylvia-plath"],"id":123105,"author_id":"Sylvia+Plath"},{"text":"For any writer who wants to keep a journal, be alive to everything, not just to what you're feeling, but also to your pets, to flowers, to what you're reading.","author":"May Sarton","tags":["journals","writing"],"id":124965,"author_id":"May+Sarton"},{"text":"These empty pages are your future, soon to become your past. They will read the most personal tale you shall ever find in a book.","author":"Anonymous","tags":["journal","journal-writing","journalism","journals","journals-diaries"],"id":166110,"author_id":"Anonymous"},{"text":"The grace of writing is upon me.I love writing. I write daily.","author":"Lailah Gifty Akita","tags":["daily-life","daily-living","daily-readings","daily-writing","daily-writing","favour-and-grace","gods-grace","gods-love","gods-power","grace-divine","grace-to-write","journal-writing","journals","journals-diaries","journey-of-life","learn-and-read","learn-and-write","life","lifetime-writing","my-life","my-world","purpose-driven-life","purpose-of-living","read-and-write","spiritual","write","write-and-be-heard","write-and-read","writers","writing-books","writing-from-the-heart","writing-inspiration","writing-life","writing-philosophy","writing","writing","your-journey","your-life"],"id":168724,"author_id":"Lailah+Gifty+Akita"},{"text":"While we are living, our lives are like that of an open book, still being written. Eventually, our book closes for us, and to others, it will be as if we never existed at all. Those of us who write down our life story, will leave a little piece of us behind when we're gone.” -Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found (Vol. #1).","author":"Nina Jean Slack","tags":["books","emotional","journals","life","life-stories","people","story-of-my-life"],"id":172025,"author_id":"Nina+Jean+Slack"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":19,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}