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#prose

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #prose




In my younger days, I was trying to write sophisticated prose and fantastic stories.


Haruki Murakami


#fantastic #i #prose #sophisticated #stories

In the television age, the key distinction is between the candidate who can speak poetry and the one who can only speak prose.


Richard M. Nixon


#between #candidate #distinction #key #only

The human brain can soften as a result of incessant listening to music with an intent to commit prose.


Donal Henahan


#commit #human #human brain #incessant #intent

If the onset of wrinkles in middle age were referred to as laughter lines, then to look at him, Scott thought, Twinkle's life must have been hilarious. He had sharp eyes that often seemed to visually contradict the lack of intelligence that could be derived from listening to him talk. There might not be a lot to respect in Twinkle, but Scott liked him. He just didn't want to end up like him.


R.D. Ronald


#empathetic #age

You couldn't make up something that looked so right.


Chris Howard


#life #prose #art

Poetry is more than a form of art. It's a vibration and a pulsing heart. Whether it's sour or whether it's sweet. It can give you strength no one can defeat


Stanley Victor Paskavich


#life-philosophy #poetry #prose #reality #writing

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.


Shannon Hale


#prose #snow #beauty

I gripped against her like she was metal and I was all full of lightning, charged up and jagged and of that moment alone.


Chris Howard


#prose #rootless #beauty

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 #beauty

The moon hung heavy over the lake like an overripe orange, trickling its golden stream of light across inky depths.


Julie Lessman


#descriptive-prose #beauty






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