Pretty Prose Quotes

#1. Some stories aren't meant to be told. The more they get told, the more they change from what they once were, worn down and smooth like pieces of sea glass too beautiful to have ever been broken bottles.

Caren Gussoff

#2. The stars here and the ones there are each special for their own reason. You grew up looking at these, while I looked at mine. Now we've both looked at each of them together.

Nyrae Dawn

#3. Nightside, cities glistened in chains, and a spray of tinkertoy habitats girdled the planet. Gossamer starbridges reached from the equator towards orbit.

Alastair Reynolds

#4. I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave.

David Mitchell

#5. Most writers sow adjectives almost unconsciously into the soil of their prose to make it more lush and pretty. The sentences become longer and longer as they fill up with stately elms and graceful boughs and frisky kittens and sleepy lagoons.

William Zinsser

#6. I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy.

L.M. Montgomery

#7. The sunrise sky was creeping over the edge of the city in orange-and-scarlet striations, and the clocks were or were not chiming seven.

Scott Lynch

#8. It was shivery and scant. Scared. Skint. But just around the edges it was still scintillant.

Patrick Rothfuss

#9. It still hurt her to see their poems before her, printed in the curving Yeged-dai script, using Yegedin forms and the images so beloved of the Yegedin: the single pebble, the grasshopper at twilight, the song of a heartbroken lark sitting in a bent tree.

Yoon Ha Lee

#10. I've worked all my life on the subject of awareness, whether it's awareness of the body, awareness of the mind, awareness of your emotions, awareness of your relationships, or awareness of your environment. I think the key to transforming your life is to be aware of who you are.

Deepak Chopra

#11. He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that already heard the whispers of Autumn. Roots and branches that knew things.

Michael Montoure

#12. The sitting room is subdued, symmetrical; it's one of the shapes money takes when it freezes. Money has trickled through this room for years and years, as if through an underground cavern, crusting and hardening like stalactites into these forms.

Margaret Atwood

#13. Hearing Mass is the ceremony I most favor during my travels. Church is the only place where someone speaks to me and I do not have to answer back.

Charles De Gaulle

#14. The skyscrapers of the city had finished scraping all the sky away, and the clouds overhead were exactly the color of concrete and I was safe and cold in a canyon of glass and steel.

Michael Montoure

#15. The problem is, is that President Bush and the Republican leadership in the Congress have resisted attempts to increase dramatically our fuel economy standards over the last five years.

Ed Markey

#16. You are a unique person, just like everybody else!!

Warren Miller

#17. He took me down and out into the afterlife of the brightly lit streets, a haze of rain around each streetlight like a galaxy, the whole street a universe spread out like a banquet.

Michael Montoure

#18. We need to deport these criminals and negotiate agreements requiring that they do their time in their own countries.

Kathleen Brown

#19. The rhyme pad was a spell book - it summoned asphalt elementals, elder gods, and weeping ancestors, all of whom had your back.

Ta-Nehisi Coates

#20. The broken centerline of the road in her headlights just an endless pulsing ribbon.

Michael Montoure

#21. He attempted to bark the order and succeeded, albeit with more of a chihuahua result than intended.

Jeffery Russell

#22. In space there are no seasons, and this is as true of the ships that cross the distances between humanity's far-flung homes. But we measure our seasons anyway: by a smile, a silence, a song.

Yoon Ha Lee

#23. Let thy personal weakness, O Christian, be an argument to make thee pray earnestly to thy God for help.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon