Prose Quotes - Page 6

i open for you like a flower.i let you in like a new day.

Ava

woman--another word for beginning.another word for revolution.another word for healing.another word for being.another word for me.

Ava

show me all the parts of youthat you do not loveso i know where to begin.

Ava

you came in slowly like the fogand consumed me.

Ava

i want so much to touch youwhere my hands cannot.

Ava

hold company with yourself so sacredthat even when you are alone,you are whole.

Ava

some people are so deepyou fall into themand you never stop falling.

Ava

i over love.i under love.i am either a floodor i am nothing.

Ava

i swallowed the syllables of your nameand i was full.

Ava

do not let anyone inuntil they love you so fiercely,you have no defense against their love.

Ava

you giver of light.you lover of love.you beautifulbeautifulhuman beingyou.

Ava

you have outgrown this skin.stop trying to hold it in.stop trying to hold it together.let yourself break.

Ava

you wanted it all to make senseand you wanted the most complicated answer,but the answer is simple.just be.

Ava

remember you are capable of the most powerful thing in the universe.you are capable of love.

Ava

oh, the heartbreakingly beautifultender weight of being human.

Ava

i just want to be honest about my feelings without destroying everything.

Ava

love yourself first,and you will always be in love.

Ava

no one needs love from youmore than you need love from you.love yourself first,and you will always be in love.

Ava

and sadness clung to mebecause she did not knowhow to be alone.

Ava

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

Ava

i know it all ends the same,but i was interested in seeinghow you would break my heart.

Ava

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.

Ava

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

Ava

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

Ava

i feel everything.i do not know how to un-feeland to not feelis to stop the sun.

Ava

i took it off.i did not want to carry it with me anymore.

Ava

every choice i have ever made after you existedhas been dependent on exactlyhow close i can have you next to meand how long i can get you to stay.

Ava

i am soft again.there is water and it surrounds me.there is feeling and i can feel it.i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavy with love.i am changingand i am loving change.

Ava

i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavywith love.

Ava

i am changingand i am loving change.

Ava

i took a night drive.i needed to get away.i needed to knowit's okay to goand have no destination,where time moves slowor doesn't exist.that life can be like this,aimless wandering,just breathing,living,driving forever underneath the stars.

Ava

One often hears of writers that rise and swell with their subject, though it may seem but an ordinary one. How, then, with me, writing of this Leviathan? Unconsciously my chirography expands into placard capitals. Give me a condor's quill! Give me Vesuvius' crater for an inkstand! Friends, hold my arms! For in the mere act of penning my thoughts of this Leviathan, they weary me, and make me faint with their out-reaching comprehensiveness of sweep, as if to include the whole circle of the sciences, and all the generations of whales, and men, and mastodons, past, present, and to come, with all the revolving panoramas of empire on earth, and throughout the whole universe, not excluding its suburbs. Such, and so magnifying, is the virtue of a large and liberal theme! We expand to its bulk. To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be who have tried it.

Herman Melville

Most important thing in life is family,Without them you are nothing.Whatever you do will be worth nothing,If there is no one to appreciate it.

Money has the power to get, all that you want.Money has the power to make you forget, all that you want.

Make mistakes, a thousand of them because we are only humans.Never repeat your mistakes because we are humans.

Feelings and emotionran through my veinslike a hurricane.And that's when everythingbegan to look like poetry.—You look like poetry

the hope is smallbut it is everything.

Ava

you giver of light.you lover of love.you beautifulbeautifulhuman being you.

Ava

the opening,the breaking,the falling apartis always so quick.the hurting,the healing,the putting back togetheris always too long.

Ava

i can't hold onto love.i'm not gentle enough.i always end upcrushing the thingin between my fingertips.

Ava

we get brave.we move.we believe.we keep going.

Ava

everything i know about loveis that it hurtsand is almost always never returnedthe way you want it to.but i have hopebecause i do not know everything.

Ava

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.

Ava

Time in the most powerful thing.Not money, not power, not hope.A person can have everything theydesire but without time they are,all useless.

Later, you told me what your mother had said. How your father, the farmer, rose up slowly. You told me how your mother wailed on the other end of the phone, grieving her loss and complaining about the basketball of a goitre perched on her shoulder. She told you, your father walked onto the veranda and saw a chook floating ten feet above the ground. The chook didn’t flap a feather and just sat there brooding, swaying in the breeze.

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.

Charlotte Eriksson

It's the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day – or as he sleeps – simply breathing in and out, in and out, and it's like the hymn that sings me to peace. I know the world is still out there and I know I'm not yet friendly to its pace, but as long as I know him with me, here, there, somewhere – us – I know I have a chance.

Charlotte Eriksson

And I do. I do wonder, I think about it all the time. What it would be like to kill myself. Because I never really know, I still can't tell the difference, I'm never quite certain whether or not I'm actually alive. I sit here every single day. Run, I said to myself. Run until your lungs collapse, until the wind whips and snaps at your tattered clothes, until you're a blur that blends into the background. Run, Juliette, run faster, run until your bones break and your shins split and your muscles atrophy and your heart dies because it was always too big for your chest and it beat too fast for too long and you run.Run run run until you can't hear their feet behind you. Run until they drop their fists and their shouts dissolve in the air. Run with your eyes open and your mouth shut and dam the river rushing up behind your eyes. Run, Juliette.Run until you drop dead. Make sure your heart stops before they ever reach you. Before they ever touch you.Run, I said.

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.

Don’t be afraid of your struggles, they are making you dangerously strong and wise. They are preparing you for your superpowers. Let them happen, otherwise you’ll stay in the same damn place you’ve always been, and until you know there is so much more awesomeness in the world and within you, you’ll be content in your tiny cocoon, spinning the same circles day in and day out. Your struggles are transforming you.

Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that only one truth...

Muse

You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?

Charlotte Eriksson

Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.

But I was youngand didn’t know betterand someone should have told me to capture every secondevery kiss & every nightBecause now I’m sitting here alone and it’s getting really hard to breath because tears are growing in my throat and they want to break out, but there are peoplewatchingand I just want to be somewhere silentsomewhere stillBut still I don’t want to be alone because I’m scared and lonelyand I don’t understandBecause I was alone my whole lifeMy whole lifeI was so damn lonely and I was content with thatbecause I liked myself and my own company and I didn’t need anyoneI thoughtBut then there was you .. ...So, someone should have told me that love is for those few brave who can handle the unbearable emptiness,the unbearable guilt and lack of oneself,Because I lost myself to someone I loveand I might get myself back one daybut it will take time, it will take time.This is gonna take some time.I wish someone would have told me this.Someone should have told me this.

Charlotte Eriksson

I haven’t been very impressed lately.By people,or places,or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.

Charlotte Eriksson

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