A Quote by Maria V. Snyder

Words are easy. It's convincing the heart that's hard. — © Maria V. Snyder
Words are easy. It's convincing the heart that's hard.
It takes great labor to uncover the convincing simple speech of the heart. Poetic candor comes with hard labor, so even does impetuosity and impudence.
Gentle words, quiet words, are after all the most powerful words. They are more convincing, more compelling, more prevailing.
The strange thing about writing is that it's so easy to write a novel. It is really easy. But it's getting there to the point where it's easy that's hard. The hard part is to get there.
Writing without words? Its not easy, I tell you! I stab the pen into my heart and let the blood flow. No more ink, no more words, no more b.s. Just me.
Mathematics is the science which uses easy words for hard ideas.
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
Writing wasn't easy and wasn't fun. It was hard and lonely, and the words seldom just flowed.
What one heart finds hard to believe, a hundred find easy.
The long words are not the hard words, it is the short words that are hard. There is much more metaphysical subtlety in the word "damn" than in the word "degeneration."
The easy way is efficacious and speedy, the hard way arduous and long. But, as the clock ticks, the easy way becomes harder and the hard way becomes easier. And as the calendar records the years, it becomes increasingly evident that the easy way rests hazardously upon shifting sands, whereas the hard way builds solidly a foundation of confidence that cannot be swept away.
Now I know surely and forever, However much I have blotted our Waking love, its memory is still there. And I know the web, the net, The blind and crippled bird. For then, for One brief instant it was not blind, nor Trapped, not crippled. For one heart beat the Heart was free and moved itself. O love, I who am lost and damned with words, Whose words are a business and an art, I have no words. These words, this poem, this Is all confusion and ignorance. But I know that coached by your sweet heart, My heart beat one free beat and sent Through all my flesh the blood of truth.
I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?
Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind, Faithful friends are hard to find.
...a man of true science uses few hard words, and those only when none other will answer his purpose; Where as the smatterer in science...thinks that by mouthing hard words he understands hard things.
Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can't hear you calling. Look out how you use proud words.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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