445 Quotes About Prose

let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.

i wanted to destroy you.you are mine to ruin.something so beautifulshould only exist for me.

The fact that scientists do not consciously practice a formal methodology is very poor evidence that no such methodology exists. It could be said—has been said—that there is a distinctive methodology of science which scientists practice unwittingly, like the chap in Molière who found that all his life, unknowingly, he had been speaking prose.

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

there's always been a little sadnessinside my happiness.i've never been able to separate the two.

Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.

we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future,as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I’m the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I’ve made of myself.

The window of her sadness was so vast that it almost opened a path to her soul.