Letter Writing Quotes

“I'll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel”
― Haruki Murakami, After Dark

“How wonderful it is to be able to write someone a letter! To feel like conveying your thoughts to a person, to sit at your desk and pick up a pen, to put your thoughts into words like this is truly marvelous.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“Harry’s letter to his daughter:

If I could give you just one thing, I’d want it to be a simple truth that took me many years to learn. If you learn it now, it may enrich your life in hundreds of ways. And it may prevent you from facing many problems that have hurt people who have never learned it.

The truth is simply this: No one owes you anything.

Significance

How could such a simple statement be important? It may not seem so, but understanding it can bless your entire life.

No one owes you anything.

It means that no one else is living for you, my child. Because no one is you. Each person is living for himself; his own happiness is all he can ever personally feel.

When you realize that no one owes you happiness or anything else, you’ll be freed from expecting what isn’t likely to be.

It means no one has to love you. If someone loves you, it’s because there’s something special about you that gives him happiness. Find out what that something special is and try to make it stronger in you, so that you’ll be loved even more.

When people do things for you, it’s because they want to — because you, in some way, give them something meaningful that makes them want to please you, not because anyone owes you anything.

No one has to like you. If your friends want to be with you, it’s not out of duty. Find out what makes others happy so they’ll want to be near you.

No one has to respect you. Some people may even be unkind to you. But once you realize that people don’t have to be good to you, and may not be good to you, you’ll learn to avoid those who would harm you. For you don’t owe them anything either.

Living your Life

No one owes you anything.

You owe it to yourself to be the best person possible. Because if you are, others will want to be with you, want to provide you with the things you want in exchange for what you’re giving to them.

Some people will choose not to be with you for reasons that have nothing to do with you. When that happens, look elsewhere for the relationships you want. Don’t make someone else’s problem your problem.

Once you learn that you must earn the love and respect of others, you’ll never expect the impossible and you won’t be disappointed. Others don’t have to share their property with you, nor their feelings or thoughts.

If they do, it’s because you’ve earned these things. And you have every reason to be proud of the love you receive, your friends’ respect, the property you’ve earned. But don’t ever take them for granted. If you do, you could lose them. They’re not yours by right; you must always earn them.

My Experience

A great burden was lifted from my shoulders the day I realized that no one owes me anything. For so long as I’d thought there were things I was entitled to, I’d been wearing myself out —physically and emotionally — trying to collect them.

No one owes me moral conduct, respect, friendship, love, courtesy, or intelligence. And once I recognized that, all my relationships became far more satisfying. I’ve focused on being with people who want to do the things I want them to do.

That understanding has served me well with friends, business associates, lovers, sales prospects, and strangers. It constantly reminds me that I can get what I want only if I can enter the other person’s world. I must try to understand how he thinks, what he believes to be important, what he wants. Only then can I appeal to someone in ways that will bring me what I want.

And only then can I tell whether I really want to be involved with someone. And I can save the important relationships for th”
― Harry Browne

“The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters.”
― Lewis Carroll

“A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.”
― Emily Dickinson

“To write is human, to receive a letter: Divine!”
― Susan Lendroth

“He wouldn't write a letter because he couldn't without beginning it 'Dear Sylvia' and ending it 'Yours sincerely' or 'truly' or 'affectionately.' He's that sort of precise imbecile. I tell you he's so formal he can't do without all the conventions there are and so truthful he can't use half of them.”
― Ford Madox Ford, Parade's End

“dear empathy,
please stop telling me
that it’s okay when they hurt me
stop allowing me to accept
the knife you see in their side
is a reasonable excuse
for them to put two in mine
please stop introducing me to their demons
i don’t want to shake hands
with the reasons
they can’t seem to stay
please stop waving a white flag
and making me pity their anger
and make peace with their madness”
― Whitney Hanson, Home

“Every body allows that the talent of writing agreeable letters is peculiarly female.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“Letter writing can be seen as a gift because someone has taken his/her time to write and think and express love.”
― Soraya Diase Coffelt

“Susie, what shall I do - there is'nt room enough; not half enough, to hold what I was going to say. Wont you tell the man who makes sheets of paper, that I hav'nt the slightest respect for him!”
― Emily Dickinson

“where was I? in remarking that me is the envelopes and not nearly so much so, the often foolish letters inside.”
― Edward Gorey, Floating Worlds: The Letters of Edward Gorey & Peter F. Neumeyer

“Every body at all addicted to letter writing, without having much to say, which will include a large proportion of the female world at least…”
― Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

“It was through words I found you. Through words, I reach you. And through words, I beg to keep you close.”
― Caroline George, Dearest Josephine

“You have everybody dearest to you always at hand; I, probably, never shall again; and therefore, till I have outlived all my affections, a post office, I think, must always have power to draw me out in worse weather than today.”
― Jane Austen, Emma

“Deres KH
Deres KH menes Deres KH. Altsaa Knut Kongsberg. Deres Knut Kongsberg, Kongsbergknuten Deres, forstaar De.”
― Knut Hamsun

“Patiently Waiting"

My eyes caught up the lonely sky;
How patiently waiting to see them cry;
I want hot beverages it's best to buy;
Yet it's been a year since the long dry.

Date: 11162021
By:Aron Micko H.B”
― Aron Micko H.B, Unknown Century: Endless Extremity Sequel

“A letter is practically a gift.”
― Vigdis Hjorth, Long Live the Post Horn!

“It happens to be one of those days when I see everybody in the family, including myself, through the wrong end of a telescope”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“I have made this letter longer than usual, only because I have not had the time to make it shorter.”
― Blaise Pascal

“Good-bye until the next time, dear Celie, from a pitiful, cast out woman who may perish during the rainy season.”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple

“Anyway, Em, I am sure you are happily ensconced in your native habitat, that dreary monument to mortal rumination that is the library, no doubt thinking of me hardly at all. Well, why would you give a thought to romance or the faerie kingdom that now belongs to you as much as to me when you have a limitless supply of dusty old tomes to mutter and scowl at? I see now that my downfall as a suitor lies in my ability to offer you only a castle, great quantities of faerie silver, and various enchantment to dazzle and provoke you, instead of the full bound collection of Dryadological Fieldnotes.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“A musician is similar to someone who wrote a letter to the loved one. Then decided to read it out loud instead of sending it.”
― Mwanandeke Kindembo

“Can you think of anything worse than living in a small town like this [ Farmington, Connecticut] all your life and competing to see which housewife could bake the best cake?

[Letter to R. Beverley Corbin, Jr.
3 October 1946]”
― Jackie Kennedy Onassis

“I’ve all these two days spent filing old letters, taking them out of old envelopes, clipping the pages together, putting them away . . . hundreds of old letters from Allen, Burroughs, Cassady, enuf to make you cry the enthusiasms of younger men . . . how bleak we become. And fame kills all. Someday ¨The Letters of Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac¨ will make America cry.
[— Jack Kerouac, in a letter to Lawrence Ferlinghetti, May 25, 1961]”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“She: I am heartbroken. I don't believe in love.

He: Sensitive people get heartbroken. But they should never stop believing in love.

She: Are you sure?

He: Just as a flower takes time to bloom, one day love will bloom and make your life fragrant again!”
― Avijeet Das

“I think we've had enough letters - of all kinds - to last us the rest of our lives.”
― Sarah Brazytis, The Letter

“Dear Mom and Dad,
This place is terrible. Each day I am subjected to countless atrocities. The food is spoiled and poisonous, and the drinking water is contaminated so there is an outbreak of typhoid. Our cabin collapsed last night in a typhoon, but don’t worry. Only one guy was killed.

It’s not all bad. I do have one friend, named Mike. He’s the one who pulled me out of the quicksand. I have to haul garbage every day, but there aren’t too many wild animals at the dump and I’ve only been bitten twice.

Mr. Warden, the director, is very nice, and he has a real social conscience. He hires only desperate criminals as counsellors. Our bunk counsellor, whose name is Chip, is a reformed axe-murderer on parole. He has red eyes and yells a lot and keeps an axe under his mattress.

Tonight is going to be really fun. Our cabin hasn’t been fixed yet, so we get to sleep in trees. I sure hope the typhoon doesn’t start up again.

I’ll be safe and sound so long as Algonkian Island doesn’t sink any further. …

P.S. If this letter looks messy it’s because I’m writing it while being chased by a bear.”
― Gordon Korman, I Want to Go Home!

“May I write to you?' he asked.

My mouth closed. I blinked at him.

'May I write?' he sounded vaguely irritated, and I wasn't sure why.

'Yes,' I said at last. 'Of course.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Quello che intendo dire è che, se solo potessi raccogliere un po’ di quelle briciole dell’anima, forse potrei comporle in un mosaico completo e capirei finalmente qualcosa, il principio che mi mantiene unito, non credi?
Sto parlando di cose che non hanno un nome, cose che nel corso della vita si accumulano sul fondo dell’anima, sedimenti e strati di terriccio. Se mi chiedessi di descriverteli, non saprei da che parte cominciare, non avrei la parole adatte.”
― David Grossman, Che tu sia per me il coltello