The old is never forgotten! Howmuchever appealing the new fonts and styles of writing may seem, the age old style of typewriter collections have been something that gives much impact on readers!
So if you have been a fan of the typewriter series of quotes and thoughts, find some of the best ones from here.
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50 Best Typewriter quotes | Typewriter quotes images | Quotes images in Typewriter font |
Imagine meeting someone who understood even the dustiest corners of your mixed up soul
Paradise has never been about places. It exists in moments. In connection. In flashes across time
She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or portion could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.
Our capacity for self delusion is boundless
It was her habit to build laughter out of inadequate materials
How strange and lovely it is to be anything at all
If it is right, it happens the main thing is not to harry. Nothing good get away.
Then from the corner of the house came a sound so soft it might have been simply a thought
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream
You are so brave and quiet. I forget you are suffering.
I don’t live at all when I’m not with you
It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone
I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.
The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that’s why.
It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
You blush like an ocean is love wild with blueness.
Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those swallows when the ocean can be so cruel.
I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the valley of Panjsher on my lips. I ran.
