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Prose Quote #1

. . . I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, and with it, a whole lot of prose.
Roberta Pearce

Prose Quote #2

The Prodigal Son

They gave the deep end of their heart--a hue of crimson red,
They whispered their desire and offered up their bed,
Yet he prayed for the spirit in the wind and God’s mysteries to find,
And in the end it was her transparent heart that stole his restless mind,
It really was no contest, not a question or even a doubt,
But that is not where love ends or even what true love is all about,
You see there was one other that rose above the rest,
She was not like these women but still she was God’s very best,
So the moral goes: A child answered the call to this man's wandering heart,
And that is how the story ends you see... she became his favorite part,
And what happened to the virtuous woman who put his mind in hell,
She became the whisper in his music and a mystery to tell.
Shannon L. Alder
Prose Quote #3

… and now and then we could look up and give each other a thought,
because I think he could have beautiful thoughts,
and we could just let each other be less lonely in our loneliness.
Charlotte Eriksson
Prose Quote #4

…wisely mingled poetry and prose.
Louisa May Alcott
Prose Quote #5

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.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Prose Quote #6

A Coy Aversion

...a flutter
too shy
to be seen...
Unknown
Prose Quote #7

A forced contemplation of the heavens, crisp and angelic blue, a classic prelude to death.
Rachel Kushner
Prose Quote #8

A good sentence in prose should be like a good line in poetry, unchangeable, as rhythmic, as sonorous.
Gustave Flaubert
Prose Quote #9

A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.
Jack Kerouac
Prose Quote #10

A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.
T.S. Eliot
Prose Quote #11

A silent velvet footstep filled me, unwelcome yet so needed. You finally found my hidden shore with grains of time and ocean of the most secret secrets, violet and red; left a trail of deep blue footsteps on my glowing beach of soul, and no matter how many times tides wash the golden sand anew, your prints can never be erased. Each one a shining star in my quiet Universe...
Oksana Rus
Prose Quote #12

Afghanistan had collapsed and everyone's life now lies broken at different levels within the rubble.
Nadeem Aslam
Prose Quote #13

Am I making something worth while?
I’m not sure.
I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts,
but am I making something worth while?
I’m not sure.

There was a boy last night who I never spoke to because I was too drunk and still shy, but mostly lonely, and I couldn’t find anything lightly to say,
so I simply walked away
but still wondered what he did with his life
because he didn’t even speak to me
or look at me
but still made me wonder who he was
and I walked away asking
Am I making something worth while?
I am not sure.

I am a complicated person with a simple life
and I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me.
Charlotte Eriksson
Prose Quote #14

An artist must be passionately in love with her art. Obsessed or possessed ? go mad for what you believe in.
Charlotte Eriksson
Prose Quote #15

An author never lies. We do, however tend to speak in a fictional prose.
Carl Henegan
Prose Quote #16

ancient days of sorrow
ancient days of pain
-
heartaches of the past
slowly began to wane

(from gleaning granules)
Unknown
Prose Quote #17

And I howled at that swarm and the crops and the sky, and the stars should have quit because there weren't no reason to be shining.
Chris Howard
Prose Quote #18

and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I I hurt no more, while youyou petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.
Kellie Elmore
Prose Quote #19

and I realise the only way to tell the others
is through the way my voice can take these broken words
and turn it into music.
Turn it into poetry.
And I sing to make myself come alive,
but also for you,
because I’d like this to mean something.
To not disappear with the dark I will enter one day
and so now I will tell.
If not for you, then for my own heart,
because it tells me to,
and I'm learning to listen.
Charlotte Eriksson
Prose Quote #20

And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.
Danabelle Gutierrez
Prose Quote #21

And when they dusted my mind for your fingerprints they found yours.
Shannon L. Alder
Prose Quote #22

and you might say “no, you will never do that, that’s not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were”
and I will say
“watch me”
for I never did this to fit in
or stand out
but to live.
Charlotte Eriksson
Prose Quote #23

And you might try to hide or protect yourself, or compare the different states of love,
but you must not grow up, must not act wise
when it comes to love.
You must stay foolish and fall
for every heart will beat in different ways together with yours and love is not meant to be compared, only enjoyed, and suffered, and remembered.
Charlotte Eriksson
Prose Quote #24

As his dark closet shows, Bluebeard was a collector at heart, and even after dispatching a wife, could not let her fully depart.
Shuli Barzilai
Prose Quote #25

As Raimbaut dragged a dead man along he thought, ‘Oh
corpse, I have come rushing here only to be dragged along by the
heels like you. What is this frenzy that drives me, this mania for
battle and for love, when seen from the place where your staring
eyes gaze and your flung-back head knocks over stones? It’s that
I think of, oh corpse, it’s that you make me think of: but does anything
change? Nothing. No other days exist but these of ours
before the tomb, both for us the living and for you the dead. May
it be granted me not to waste them, not to waste anything of what
I am, of what I could be: to do deeds helpful to the Frankish cause:
to embrace, to be embraced by, proud Bradamante. I hope you
spent your days no worse, oh corpse. Anyway to you the dice have already shown their numbers. For me they are still whirling in the
box. And I love my own disquiet, corpse, not your peace.
Italo Calvino
Prose Quote #26

At Times I Am A Flower

...at times I am a flower
singularly defined ...
Prose Quote #27

Because even when there is no hope, somehow you can still find a place to pin inside the things that you need.
Chris Howard
Prose Quote #28

because one day, maybe one day, if I learned how to write clear enough, sing loud enough, be strong enough, I could explain myself in a way that made sense and then maybe one day, one day, someone out there would hear and recognise her or himself and I could let them know that they are not alone. Just like that song I had on repeat for several nights as I walked lonely on empty streets, let me know that I was not
alone
and that’s how it starts.
Charlotte Eriksson
Prose Quote #29

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.
Bob Dylan
Prose Quote #30

Behind the perfection of a man's style, must lie the passion of a man's soul.
Oscar Wilde

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