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A.S. Byatt
Outside our small safe place flies mystery.
Agnes Chew
Moments later, I was climbing nervously into the back of the car. The driver wore the archetypal expression of an antagonist. No words were exchanged beyond the brief lines uttered to this nameless stranger, whose inclinations remained unclear. The car sped along empty roads and traversed dingy alleyways. Music blared from its speakers. I did not remember exhaling throughout the entire journey.
Agnes Chew
You yearn to stay in this in-between place, where the beauty of the times you have freshly bade farewell to is still alive and vivid in your mind
Akash Lakhotia
The difference between an achiever and a loser is,An achiever never gives up, never settles and lastly never forgets.
Akash Lakhotia
Change for someone today and tomorrow you will hear them say, You are not the same.
Akash Lakhotia
Time in the most powerful thing.Not money, not power, not hope.A person can have everything theydesire but without time they are,all useless.
Akash Lakhotia
Pain is there when you are born,Its the very first thing you feel when you come in to the world.Then why run? Face it head on, cry in it,laugh in it because in the end pain is what you will remember.
Akash Lakhotia
Never fade into your life,Never stop imagining,Never give up on your dreams,You only fail, when you think you have failed.
Akash Lakhotia
There is a reason life has put you in the current circumstances,Life will always test you, it will always try to make you stronger.Life only wants you to be better then you were yesterday.
Akash Lakhotia
Most important thing in life is family,Without them you are nothing.Whatever you do will be worth nothing,If there is no one to appreciate it.
Akash Lakhotia
Create a world for yourself in which you can rest,until then stay restless.
Akash Lakhotia
Never stop dreaming,Never get satisfied,Make you goals bigger, every-time you reach them.Be more then you were, every day.
Akash Lakhotia
Money has the power to get, all that you want.Money has the power to make you forget, all that you want.
Akash Lakhotia
Collect memories, not things.Fill-up dreams, not pockets.Rise above your calling and be the person you always wanted to be.
Akash Lakhotia
Make mistakes, a thousand of them because we are only humans.Never repeat your mistakes because we are humans.
Akash Lakhotia
Don't look up to people, don't be someone's following.Now a days everything you see is just a lie,Instead be the person you want to follow.
Akash Lakhotia
Remember, life is a bit tough most of the time.Also remember, if it was easy it would be boring.
Altruistic
Feelings and emotionran through my veinslike a hurricane.And that's when everythingbegan to look like poetry.
Ava
let me tell you i'm in love with you. let me tell you that the first thing i do when i wake is think of you. let me be completely honest about this-- about what you mean to me.let me take it there without ruining everything.
Ava
you wanted it all to make senseand you wanted the most complicated answer, but the answer is simple.just be.
Ava
through the rose glass window in their beautiful new home, you stare at the love you gave away.
Ava
keep following your heart.it won't always be easy, but it'll be the most important thing you'll do.
Ava
i do not know how to live tepidly.i was never built to fit in.i live by my souland my soul is insane.
Ava
i know it all ends the same, but i was interested in seeing how you would break my heart.
Ava
i sometimes think i'm too in love with alone. who could i love more than this peace?
Ava
i would've done anything to make you happy.i think you knew that.i think this is why you knew you had to let me go.
Ava
oh, the heartbreakingly beautiful tender weight of being human.
Ava
every choice i have ever made after you existedhas been dependent on exactlyhow close i can have you next to meand how long i can get you to stay.
Ava
i am not a jealous person,but when i am with you,the thought of someone elsepulling your attention away from mekills me a little insideeach time.
Ava
i wanted to destroy you.you are mine to ruin.something so beautifulshould only exist for me.
Ava
there's always been a little sadnessinside my happiness.i've never been able to separate the two.
Ava
there is something magical and addicting about going somewhere, being alone, and finding yourself in parts of the world you never knew existed, finding parts of yourself you never knew you would find.
Ava
they say people only hear what they want to hear,but i don't know if that is always true, i've been wanting to hear your heart and it's as silent as the moon.
Ava
i am changingand i am loving change.
Ava
love is my thighs,this belly,my eyes.love is my speech,the search,my cry.love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.
Ava
you giver of light.you lover of love.you beautifulbeautifulhuman being you.
Ava
stay curious and stay the brave, strong, unrelenting soldier of love that you are.
Ava
we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future,as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.
Ava
everyone is in a hurry and things are always disappearing, and i am always left standing here--alone, waiting for the things that stay.
Ava
i let you love me.i let you take care of me.i let you do things to meno one was allowed to do before.
Ava
you'd take one look at me and whole pieces of the earth would break off and fall away finally leaving me alone with you.
Ava
you need to be careful with me.i fall in loveand i fall in love forever.
Ava
i feel everything.i do not know how to un-feeland to not feelis to stop the sun.
Ava
woman-another word for beginning.another word for revolution.another word for healing.another word for being.another word for me.
Ava
the hope is smallbut it is everything.
Ava
i open for you like a flower.i let you in like a new day.
Ava
it is hard not to count the hoursi have left with you.it is hard to be here now--knowing everything between uswill come to an end.
Ava
i am learning that when love wants to stay it will stay.i am learning that when love wants to go it will go.
Ava
i took a night drive.i needed to get away.i needed to knowit's okay to goand have no destination,where time moves slowor doesn't exist.that life can be like this,aimless wandering,just breathing,living,driving forever underneath the stars.
AVA.
i swallowed the syllables of your nameand i was full.
AVA.
i took it off.i did not want to carry it with me anymore.
AVA.
you giver of light.you lover of love.you beautifulbeautifulhuman beingyou.
AVA.
i am like the moon--sometimes, full.sometimes, black.sometimes,forever and ever alone.
AVA.
i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavywith love.
AVA.
love yourself first,and you will always be in love.
AVA.
i over love.i under love.i am either a floodor i am nothing.
AVA.
let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.
AVA.
no one needs love from youmore than you need love from you.love yourself first,and you will always be in love.
AVA.
show me all the parts of youthat you do not loveso i know where to begin.
AVA.
you came in slowly like the fogand consumed me.
AVA.
we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future, as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.
AVA.
you're going to love your way out of this.out of the hurt.out of the pain.you're going to love your way out of itand be free.
AVA.
i am a womanand i am alone,and i cannot tellwhich one of the twoi love being more.
AVA.
oh, the heartbreakingly beautifultender weight of being human.
AVA.
there's always been a little sadness inside my happiness.i've never been able to separate the two.
AVA.
i want so much to touch youwhere my hands cannot.
AVA.
love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.
AVA.
you wanted it all to make senseand you wanted the most complicated answer,but the answer is simple.just be.
AVA.
woman--another word for beginning.another word for revolution.another word for healing.another word for being.another word for me.
AVA.
remember you are capable of the most powerful thing in the universe.you are capable of love.
AVA.
i know it all ends the same,but i was interested in seeinghow you would break my heart.
AVA.
i sometimes think i'm too in love with alone.who could i love more than this peace?
Blaise Cendrars
I used the word 'prose' in the Trans-Siberian in the early Latin sense of prosa dictu. Poem seemed to me too pretentious, too narrow. Prose is more open, popular.
Charles Baudelaire
Always be a poet, even in prose.
Charlotte Eriksson
It's the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day
Charlotte Eriksson
I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand I live in my own flamessometimes burning too bright and too wildto make things lastor handlemyself or anyone elseand so I run.run run runfar and wideuntil my bones ache and lungs splitand it feels good.Hear that people? It feels goodbecause I am the slave and ruler of my own bodyand I wish to do with it exactly as I please
Charlotte Eriksson
I haven't been very impressed lately.By people,or places,or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.
Charlotte Eriksson
Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You're doing just fine.
Charlotte Eriksson
It's the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day
Charlotte Eriksson
There are very few friends that will lie down with you on empty streets in the middle of the night, without a word. No questions, no asking why, just quietly lay there with you, observing the stars, until you're ready to get back up on your feet again and walk the last bit home, softly holding your hand as a quiet way of saying I'm here.It was a beautiful night.
Charlotte Eriksson
I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own world. I hear what people say, rearrange it, take away and tear apart until it finds value in my reality and there I make it work. I find spaces in between the cracks and cuts where it feels empty and there I make it work.
Charlotte Eriksson
It's the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day
Charlotte Eriksson
I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn't know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.
Charlotte Eriksson
I'm learning persistence and the closing of doors, the way the seasons come and go as I keep walking on these roads, back and forth, to find myself in new time zones, new arms with new phrases and new goals. And it hurts to become, hurts to find out about the poverty and gaps, the widow and the leavers. It hurts to accept that it hurts and it hurts to learn how easy it is for people to not need other people. Or how easy it is to need other people but that you can never build a home in someone's arms because they will let go one day and you must build your own.
Charlotte Eriksson
You were the hardest year of my life and I've never been so happy. What does that say about me?
Charlotte Eriksson
Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.
Charlotte Eriksson
It's the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day
E.M. Forster
The novel is a formidable mass, and it is so amorphous - no mountain in it to climb, no Parnassus or Helicon, not even a Pisgah. It is most distinctly one of the moister areas of literature - irrigated by a hundred rills and occasionally degenerating into a swamp. I do not wonder that the poets despise it, though they sometimes find themselves in it by accident. And I am not surprised at the annoyance of the historians when by accident it finds itself among them.
Elizabeth Wilson
Kiana loved birds, Breena told him late one dusky evening. When she was just a few summers old, she would run beneath them as they flew, her chubby arms stretched out as if tmo take flight alongside them. She sniffed and wrapped her arms around her stomach. A few weeks before the attack, she told me that she was still going to fly one day. 'I look at the birds, and I see freedom,' she said. 'To soar above the hurt of the world, to be too high for the wars of men to touch you: that is what it means to fly.
Ernest Hemingway
Prose is architecture and the Baroque age is over.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up towards the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.
Guillaume Apollinaire
You alone in Europe are not ancient oh ChristianityThe most modern European is you Pope Pius XAnd you whom the windows observe shame keeps youFrom entering a church and confessing this morningYou read the prospectuses the catalogues the billboards that sing aloudThat's the poetry this morning and for the prose there are the newspapersThere are the 25 centime serials full of murder mysteriesPortraits of great men and a thousand different headlines(Zone)
Haruki Murakami
Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.
Haruki Murakami
Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.
Jack Kerouac
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.
Jon Gresham
We weren't happy together but we lived in a state of easy, mild contentment. We shared everything except the stupid fucking secret hanging round your neck. I imagined tiny photographs: portraits in sepia of your parents, their faces partially obscured by goitres. Meanwhile, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next year, maybe not even in a decade from now but one day: the planet would fall apart.
Jon Gresham
Later, you told me what your mother had said. How your father, the farmer, rose up slowly. You told me how your mother wailed on the other end of the phone, grieving her loss and complaining about the basketball of a goitre perched on her shoulder. She told you, your father walked onto the veranda and saw a chook floating ten feet above the ground. The chook didn't flap a feather and just sat there brooding, swaying in the breeze.
Kamand Kojouri
I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.
Kyoko Yoshida
We do not know if she collapsed because of overwhelming joy, extreme surprise, grave disappointment, or heavy anxiety that for the next months and years she would live with a human male, because in fact she had been honest when she told her girlfriends that she had given up on men, OR NONE OF THE ABOVE.
Lewis Carroll
Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.
Louisa May Alcott
…wisely mingled poetry and prose.
Mario Cuomo
You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose.
Melody Lee
Don't be afraid of your struggles, they are making you dangerously strong and wise. They are preparing you for your superpowers. Let them happen, otherwise you'll stay in the same damn place you've always been, and until you know there is so much more awesomeness in the world and within you, you'll be content in your tiny cocoon, spinning the same circles day in and day out. Your struggles are transforming you.
Meraaqi
..Breaking yet budding,dying yet living - standingamongst ruins and rage,reaching for possibilitiesplaying hard to get.
Milan Kundera
The characters in my novels are my own unrealised possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented.
Molly Peacock
...prose unfolds in time; and time contains both obstacles and revelations. Prose develops, the way characters and situations do. It requires a flow. A poem is an instant, lightning across the sky. Prose is before the storm, the storm, after the storm.
Muse
Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that only one truth...
Nadeem Aslam
Afghanistan had collapsed and everyone's life now lies broken at different levels within the rubble.
Neena H. Brar
Don't despair nowyou fell in love with the maskand not what was behindit touched the chords inside your heartand made it beatand now that you have seen behind itdon't despair
Nicholson Baker
Poetry is prose in slow motion.
Ondjaki
The window of her sadness was so vast that it almost opened a path to her soul.
Oscar Wilde
Behind the perfection of a man's style, must lie the passion of a man's soul.
Piet Hein
Lovers meander in prose and rhyme,trying to say-for the thousandth time-what's easier done than said.
R.J. Lawrence
Within her simple, terrified mind, swift calculations of distance and speed were at work, and her face advertised the disappointing results.
Rabindranath Tagore
The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale 'til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free.
Samuel J Dixey
see the whole stretched out universe twinkles in its little hopelessness and the soul needs insignificance just like our little stars do.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Prose: words in their best order; poetry: the best words in the best order.
T.S. Eliot
A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.
Walt Whitman
Note, to-day, an instructive, curious spectacle and conflict. Science, (twin, in its fields, of Democracy in its)
Walt Whitman
Note, to-day, an instructive, curious spectacle and conflict. Science, (twin, in its fields, of Democracy in its)
Will Self
You know that sickening feeling of inadequacy and over-exposure you feel when you look upon your own empurpled prose? Relax into the awareness that this ghastly sensation will never, ever leave you, no matter how successful and publicly lauded you become. It is intrinsic to the real business of writing and should be cherished.