Tropes Better Quotes & Sayings

My poems are almost all written as Diane. I don't have any problems with that, and if other women choose to identify with this, I think that's terrific. — Diane Wakoski

For someone who is starting out on developing their critical skills, just being aware of its existence is great: it can make the difference between trying to write a story around a cliche or an original idea, and better still, studying it can eventually clue you in on how to breathe new life into tired tropes. — Charles Stross

The very idea of an infinite in place would be a contradiction in terms, as a place must begin and continue in time. — Swami Vivekananda

He was feeling totally lost, leaving his family and country for a place where he knew nobody and didn't even speak the language. — Patrick Mouratoglou

Delusion is the seed of dreams. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Tragedy seems to bring out all varieties of unexpected qualities in people. It was as if some folks got dunked in plastic, vacuum-sealed like backpacking dinners, and could do nothing but sweat in their private hell. And others seemed to have just the opposite problem, as if disaster had dipped them in acid instead, stripping off the outside layer of skin that once protected them from the slings and arrows of other people's outrageous fortunes. For these sorts, just walking down the street in the wake of every stranger's ill wind became an agony, an aching slog through this man's fresh divorce and this woman's throat cancer. They were in hell, too, but it was everybody's hell, this big, shoreless, sloshing sea of toxic waste. — Lionel Shriver

It's so much easier and cheaper to keep the river uncontaminated in the first place than it is to clean it up again once it's been polluted. — Elizabeth Gilbert

What's the basis when rappers don't know the basics?
Still not takin' advice from those I wouldn't trade places with. — Skeme

Nice: meaning I'm going to be dating leather-wearing alcoholics and complaining about them - to you. — Raymond Chandler

He was tall and slim and had dark hair and young women found him fascinating.

This sort of thing happens often enough, even with boys as mortal as dirt. There's always one who learned how to brood early and often, and always girls who think they can heal him.

Eventually the girls learn better. Either the hurts are petty little things and they get tired of whining or the hurt's so deep and wide that they drown in it. The smart ones heave themselves back to shore and the slower ones wake up married with a husband who lies around and suffers in their direction. It's part of a dance as old as the jackalopes themselves. — Ursula Vernon