Zane Grey Quotes

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.

Far away Tongariro! Green - white thundering Athabasca river of New Zealand! I vowed I would come again down across the Pacific to fish in the swift cold waters of this most beautiful and famous of trout streams. It is something to have striven. It is much to have kept your word.

Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.

Adam Larey gazed with hard and wondering eyes down the silent current of the red river upon which he meant to drift away into the desert

There was never an angler who lived but that there was a fish capable of taking the conceit out of him.

I love my work but do not know how I write it.

Men may rise on stepping stones of their dead selves to higher things.

Recipe For Greatness - To bear up under loss; To fight the bitterness of defeat and the weakness of grief; To be victor over anger; To smile when tears are close; To resist disease and evil men and base instincts; To hate hate and to love love; To go on when it would seen good to die; To look up with unquenchable faith in something ever more about to be. That is what any man can do, and be great.

The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.

Never insult seven men when all your packing is a six-shooter.

I see so much more than I used to see. The effect has been to depress and sadden and hurt me terribly.

I did not have one bad spell during writing - an unprecedented record.

I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me.

I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.

Jealously was an unjust and stifling thing.

There are hours when I must force the novel out of my mind and be interested in the children.

Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.

I need this wild life, this freedom.

I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.

At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.

I will see this game of life out to its bitter end

Before exulatation had vanished, I felt as if I had been granted a marvellous privilege. Out of the inscrutable waters a beautiful fish had somehow leaped to show me fleetingly the life and spirit of his element.

Where I was raised a woman's word was law. I ain't quite outgrowed that yet.

I am tired. My arm aches. My head boils. My feet are cold. But I am not aware of any weakness.

What is writing but an expression of my own life?

This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.

No one connected intimately with a writer has any appreciation of his temperament, except to think him overdoing everything.

I must go deeper and even stronger into my treasure mine and stint nothing of time, toil, or torture.

I hope I have found myself, my work, my happiness - under the light of the western skies.

Today I began the novel that I determined to be great.

A good rule of angling philosophy is not to interfere with any fishermans ways of being happy, unless you want to be hated.

What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.

The Indian story has never been written. Maybe I am the man to do it.

Love of man for woman--love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.

It was a decent New Year's, but it took a million officers to make it so.

If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago.

These critics who crucify me do not guess the littlest part of my sincerity. They must be burned in a blaze. I cannot learn from them.

Fishing is a condition of mind wherein you cannot possibly have a bad time.

Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.

Work is my salvation. It changes my moods.

I confess that reading proofs is a pleasure. It stimulates and inspires me.

Every once in a while I feel the tremendous force of the novel. But it does not stay with me.