445 Quotes About Prose

If you want to love ​ Do so ​ To the ends of the earth​ With no shortcuts ​ Do so​ As the crow flies.​ Veronique Tadjo, As the crow flies​

The tragedy of love is in its ending, the blessing—everything else. No love ever deserves to end.

ساعتئذ..تتسارع الوريقات بحبرها القاطن سويداء قلبها ..كما تتسارع نبضات خافق الزمان ..في أحشاء الأثير و الثرى ..فتمتزج الروح السرمدية بالجسد الترابي الزائل ..

The simmering crystal fragments had certainly found a grave within her.

Poetry is, after all, only nonsense and justifies what would be considered impudence if written in prose.

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.

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.

It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful,the way I actually did.

He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he’d come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them myself and there is no coming back. Minds like ours are can’t be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay.