Prosaic Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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i-grow-grandiose-which-is-good-sign-i-should-become-prosaic-isaac-asimov
indians-love-to-reduce-the-prosaic-to-the-mystic
the-most-important-advice-you-can-give-anyone-about-to-appear-on-tv-is-incredibly-prosaic-be-yourself
indians-love-to-reduce-prosaic-to-mystic
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the-most-prosaic-us-betray-belief-in-inward-life-every-time-we-talk-about-my-body-rather-than-i-jeanette-winterson
the-greatest-it-risk-facing-most-companies-is-more-prosaic-than-a-catastrophe-it-is-simply-overspending
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i-would-never-write-sentence-that-didnt-have-nice-rhythm-at-least-i-wouldnt-leave-it-to-be-published-like-that-it-seems-to-me-that-prose-mustnt-be-prosaic
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cats-were-not-in-her-experience-animal-with-much-soul-prosaic-practical-little-creatures-as-general-rule-it-would-suit-her-well-to-be-thought-gail-carriger
i-generally-find-fiction-without-some-move-to-weird-less-imaginative-dull-prosaic-not-all-it-course-but-lot-it-i-suppose-its-just-question-taste
each-time-he-suggested-they-get-married-she-said-no-they-were-too-happy-precariously-she-wanted-to-guard-that-bond-she-feared-that-marriage-would-flatten-it-into-prosaic-partners
functions-technical-information-historic-record-analytic-argument-which-are-integral-obvious-to-dantes-use-verse-are-now-almost-completely-part-george-steiner
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a-verbose-prosaic-review-which-mentions-whistling-winds-timeless-feeling-jade-doesnt-mean-anything-to-me-i-dont-need-novella-telling-me-about-how-david-cross
you-live-overseas-you-see-these-exotic-places-you-want-to-know-about-them-but-weirdly-it-also-made-me-homesick-for-all-these-prosaic-places-in-america
youre-unusual-person-she-said-bill-didnt-like-you-but-he-never-likes-anything-different-hes-prosaic-dont-you-think-that-when-person-gets-older-he-should-becomebroadened-in-his-ou
life-is-filled-with-small-moments-that-seem-prosaic-until-one-has-distance-to-look-back-see-chain-large-moments-they-unleashed-chris-bohjalian
the-day-before-yesterday-always-has-been-glamour-day-the-present-is-sordid-prosaic-time-colors-history-as-it-does-meerschaum-pipe-vincent-starrett
the-present-is-never-poetic-as-it-serves-necessity-necessity-however-is-prosaic-franz-grillparzer
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i-had-come-to-place-where-i-was-meant-to-be-i-dont-mean-anything-prosaic-as-sense-coming-home-this-was-different-different-it-was-like-arriving-at-place-much-safer-than-home-pat-
life-is-wonderful-strange-its-also-absolutely-mundane-tiresome-its-hilarious-its-deadening-its-big-screwedup-morass-beauty-change-fear-all-our-lives-we-oscillate-between-awe-tedi
Security... what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? For the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. It is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for rut? Let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, I mean a man who has settled for financial and personal security for his goal in life. In general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. His future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. His ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a respectable, but average and prosaic man. But is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? How could he, when he has risked nothing and gained nothing? What does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? How does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? If he thinks this is all well and good, fine, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the altar of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. A man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of security and see life as it is instead of living it second-hand. Life has by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better What has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes? Turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. Security was never theirs, but they lived rather than existed. Where would the world be if all men had sought security and not taken risks or gambled with their lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? It is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must he laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death. These are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from life out of the imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. These are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. These are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but who wake at dawn to take their places at the now-familiar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a treadmill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences. As an afterthought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

Hunter S. Thompson
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Asking a writer why they like to write {in the theoretical sense of the question} is like asking a person why they breathe. For me, writing is a natural reflex to the beauty, the events, and the people I see around me. As Anais Nin put it, "We write to taste life twice." I live and then I write. The one transfers to the other, for me, in a gentle, necessary way. As prosaic as it sounds, I believe I process by writing. Part of the way I deal with stressful situations, catty people, or great joy or great trials in my own life is by conjuring it onto paper in some way; a journal entry, a blog post, my writing notebook, or my latest story. While I am a fair conversationalist, my real forte is expressing myself in words on paper. If I leave it all chasing round my head like rabbits in a warren, I'm apt to become a bug-bear to live with and my family would not thank me. Some people need counselors. Some people need long, drawn-out phone-calls with a trusted friend. Some people need to go out for a run. I need to get away to a quiet, lonesome corner-preferably on the front steps at gloaming with the North Star trembling against the darkening blue. I need to set my pen fiercely against the page {for at such moments I must be writing-not typing.} and I need to convert the stress or excitement or happiness into something to be shared with another person. The beauty of the relationship between reading and writing is its give-and-take dynamic. For years I gathered and read every book in the near vicinity and absorbed tale upon tale, story upon story, adventures and sagas and dramas and classics. I fed my fancy, my tastes, and my ideas upon good books and thus those aspects of myself grew up to be none too shabby. When I began to employ my fancy, tastes, and ideas in writing my own books, the dawning of a strange and wonderful idea tinged the horizon of thought with blush-rose colors: If I persisted and worked hard and poured myself into the craft, I could create one of those books. One of the heart-books that foster a love of reading and even writing in another person somewhere. I could have a hand in forming another person's mind. A great responsibility and a great privilege that, and one I would love to be a party to. Books can change a person. I am a firm believer in that. I cannot tell you how many sentiments or noble ideas or parts of my own personality are woven from threads of things I've read over the years. I hoard quotations and shadows of quotations and general impressions of books like a tzar of Russia hoards his icy treasures. They make up a large part of who I am. I think it's worth saying again: books can change a person. For better or for worse. As a writer it's my two-edged gift to be able to slay or heal where I will. It's my responsibility to wield that weapon aright and do only good with my words. Or only purposeful cutting. I am not set against the surgeon's method of butchery-the nicking of a person's spirit, the rubbing in of a salty, stinging salve, and the ultimate healing-over of that wound that makes for a healthier person in the end. It's the bitter herbs that heal the best, so now and again you might be called upon to write something with more cayenne than honey about it. But the end must be good. We cannot let the Light fade from our words.

Rachel Heffington
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