#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. ↗

— Chris Howard

#prose #rootless #beauty

And I howled at that swarm and the crops and the sky, and the stars should have quit because there weren't no reason to be shining. ↗

— Chris Howard

#prose #beauty

The moon hung heavy over the lake like an overripe orange, trickling its golden stream of light across inky depths. ↗

— Julie Lessman

#descriptive-prose #beauty

There are very few friends that will lie down with you on empty streets in the middle of the night, without a word. No questions, no asking why, just quietly lay there with you, observing the stars, until you're ready to get back up on your feet again and walk the last bit home, softly holding your hand as a quiet way of saying “I'm here”. It was a beautiful night. ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#empty-streets #free #friendship #love #night

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. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#clarity #colours #prose #rain #spirit

The characters in my novels are my own unrealised possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#poetic #poetry #prose #writers #equality

I can't be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus. ↗

— Gerald Durrell

#eucalyptus #gloom #prose #family

Everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale 'til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#create #inspiration #poetry #prose #write

I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man "with a locomotive in his chest, and that's a fact," not the only youth with a million hungers and not one of them appeasable, not the only one who is lonely among multitudes, and does not know why. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#atop-an-underwood #beat #inspirational #jack-kerouac #locomotive

Strangely, Dante's Divine Comedy did not produce a prose of that creative height or it did so after centuries. ↗

— Eugenio Montale

#centuries #comedy #creative #dante #did