#try

In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky? ↗

— Damon Knight

#onomatopoeia #prose-poetry #urban-life #life

You must have been working very hard here, with so few distractions.” Mary’s eyes darkened and she looked away. “Not quite as much as I hoped for. At times the loneliness and the unanswered questions can get overwhelming, like very loud voices echoing inside my head, just asking ‘why’ ‘who’ and making me think about my wasted life. ↗

— Olga Núñez Miret

#fbi #police-procedural #psychiatry #rape #serial-killer

Nothing fills the world quite as poetry does. A poet need not dwell on the pagecount of his life. ↗

— D.A. Botta

#poetry #writer #writist #life

She was nothing in particular. But at least she had a purpose. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#struggles #trying-hard #life

It is not good form to take a Trick out unless one is so firmly established as to be able to afford being associated with someone who might at any given moment write a poem in public. ↗

— Fran Lebowitz

#life

The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a wilful stranger: My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger. ↗

— R.L.S.

#quotes-to-define-my-life #life

We love the things we love for what they are. ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #love

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#poetry #love

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. ↗