#poetic

I don't believe there can be a poetic novel without political consciousness. I have a strong political conscience. ↗

— Marguerite Young

#conscience #consciousness #i #novel #poetic

I would never write realistic prose. I don't like people who try to write in a poetic style, but in the course of their book abandon it for realism, and weave back and forth like drunkards between the surreal and the real. ↗

— Marguerite Young

#back #between #book #course #drunkards

You are ugly when you love her, you are beautiful and fresh, vital and free, modern and poetic when you don't... you are more beautiful as an orphan than as your mother's son. ↗

— Witold Gombrowicz

#free #fresh #her #love #modern

It's very hard to say I'm surrealist. It's like saying I'm poetic. It's not something you want necessarily to be aware of. ↗

— Michel Gondry

#hard #i #like #necessarily #poetic

You saw me before I saw you. In the airport, that day in August, you had that look in your eyes, as though you wanted something from me, as though you’d wanted it for a long time. No one had ever looked at me like that before, with that kind of intensity. It unsettled me, surprised me, I guess. Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#dark #poetic-fiction #beauty

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity. ↗

— Henry Beston

#away #banishment #depth #emotion #experience

It almost felt like we were driving in our own world--like we were inside a snow globe--and there was music and sunlight and smiles and laughter floating in the air. And it was all self-contained in a beautiful bubble filled with glittering water that made things seem a little unreal, a little dream-like and hazy. ↗

— Melissa C. Walker

#dreamy #infinite #poetic #beauty

Poetic knowledge is born in the great silence of scientific knowledge. ↗

— Aime Cesaire

#great #great silence #knowledge #poetic #scientific

I wrapped my arms around me as tightly as I could, and stared up at the stars. Had I not been so cold and wanting to escape so badly, I could have stared at them forever: They were amazingly beautiful, so dense and bright. My eyes could get lost up there if I left them looking long enough. [...] They swallowed me up. They were like a hundred thousand tiny candles, sending out hope. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#poetic-fiction #beauty