76 Quotes About Poetic-prose

The train’s doors closed with a matron’s shush.

He reached for her, his big hand cupping her cheek, his fingers sliding into her hair, scattering hairpins, threatening the quick work she’d done to put it to rights earlier. She didn’t care. Let them fall. Let them rust in the soil to be found two hundred years from now.

In such a dreamy mood one may find one may well wound one's feet against sharp stones, forget to doff one's hat to distinguished persons, bid one's friends good morning in the middle of the night, and dash one's head against the first front door one comes to, because one had forgot to open it; in short, the spirit wears one's body like an ill-fitting garment that is everywhere too wide, too long, too uncomfortable.

And the Light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it notJohn 1:5 And the Light shineth in darkness; and she comprehended it notHer 7:2013The Light still shines in darkness; and she did not know thisShe 6:2014His Light continue to shine in the darkness; and she did not recognize him We 5:2015He loved in spite of the darkness; and she comprehended it notUs 4:2016

From her perch more than a kilometer aboveground, she surveys the city that never sleeps, glittering and coruscating in the rain like a metaphor for her glamorous life.

I should have bailed. That little voice had my back. That little voice is older than I am. It's older than the oldest person who ever lived. I should have listened to that voice.

A writer may never write if he cannot finish reading. A day of unusual curiousness, as I watch a woman labour over her notebook at a coffee shop across the sea. Because I am not writing, I am not to be taken aback if I accidentally discover that what she is writing is what I have been struggling to say. It is precisely through this kind of shuffle that we have had our stories told.

Wherever she sought solitude, she was never alone. Suddenly that wasn't a bad thing. There was safety in numbers greater than one and sanity in knowing that everyone healed. If everyone has scars, there are two choices. Bleed to death slowly or stitch yourself together.

She was a drawing that hadn't been colored.