Paragraph Quotes

“Each letter of the alphabet is a steadfast loyal soldier in a great army of words, sentences, paragraphs, and stories. One letter falls, and the entire language falters.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“I have preferred to teach my students not English literature but my love for certain authors, or, even better, certain pages, or even better than that, certain lines. One falls in love with a line, then with a page, then with an author. Well, why not? It is a beautiful process.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“Your personality should be described in poem not in paragraph.”
― Amit Kalantri

“A paragraph's existence owes itself to the words contained in the sentences within.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“He arrived, looked me over with a smiling and impudent curiosity; said he had come for me, and informed me that he was a page.

"Go 'long," I said; "you ain't more than a paragraph.”
― Mark Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court

“All at once I remember Ylajali. That I could have forgotten her so completely all evening! A feint light penetrates my mind again, a tiny ray of sun, making me feel wonderfully warm. And the sunlight increases, a mild delicate silken light that brushes me in such a soothing delicious way. The sun grows stronger and stronger, scorching my temples and seething white-hot and heavy in my emaciated brain. In the end a mad fire of sunbeams blazes before my eyes, a heaven and earth set on fire, human and animals of fire, mountains of fire, devils of fire, an abyss, a desert, a whole world on fire, a raging Judgement Day.
And I saw and heard no more...”
― Hamsun Knut, Hunger

“Whenever I write a paragraph in English, I first check it with the Google Translator, and most often it says no language detected.”
― M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS

“Hatumtaki kiongozi anayeishi katika mifuko ya mafisadi, tunamtaka kiongozi anayeishi katika ibara za katiba ya nchi. Kitambi bila Yesu ni jipu.”
― Enock Maregesi

“Learn to climb stairs and you will see why words are as important as rungs on a ladder.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Who’s your friend writing to?” Kilian asked. “She’s covered both sides of the paper.” I

sobel laughed. “You.”

“Me?” He touched his chest, turning backwards to face her as he pushed open the door with his shoulder. “How touching. And unsurprising.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“The darkness is expanding—sixty days of night looming on the horizon—so I step out onto my porch and take a deep breath, the cold air burning my nostrils and making my lungs ache. There is so much to do, so much pain to repurpose into the void. I rub my hands together to warm them, already dressed in layers—long thermal underwear over boxers, two pairs of wool socks—with more to come. The morning is brisk, hoarfrost sparkling across the snow-covered ground, but I know I can’t stand here for long. I inhale again—juniper, salt, a whiff of fish, my own musk—and take in my humble abode, knowing that the season is upon us, preparing for what will come. It is both invigorating and daunting at the same time. (Opening paragraph, first chapter.)”
― Richard Thomas, Incarnate: A Novel