76 Quotes About Poetic-prose

Sömnen kom som en mörk dimma varje natt. Den lade sig över mig och jag hade bara någon centimeters luft mellan mitt ansikte och dimman.

Emma notaba el corazón, que volvía a latirle, y cómo le circulaba la sangre por la carne como un río de leche

Paper is the strongest material in the world. Things under which a mountain will crumble, you can place on paper and it will hold: beauty at its most intense; love at its fiercest; the greatest grief; the greatest rage.

We are all made of glass. Snow floats around us. We are delicately made, meant to be smashed.

There's April in her hair. Motion and stillness. Wings and earth. There are tears, and there is... friendship. There is velvet, and traveling, and distance, bones and blood, summer coming again as it always does, love.

A single shoe. Only someone under a spell would lose a shoe and not turn back for it.

Only in art was cheerful condemned.

It is easy to pride yourself on brains when you had both brains and beauty. Beauty was fleeting, and here was the proof. It was gone.

Ava knew the incidental betrayals of life.