Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.
You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
Why do beautiful songs make you sad?' 'Because they aren't true.' 'Never?' 'Nothing is beautiful and true.
I don't think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.
We are all born sexual creatures,thank God, but it's a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift.
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Books: a beautifully browsable invention that needs no electricity and exists in a readable form no matter what happens.
You don't love a girl because of beauty. You love her because she sings a song only you can understand.
You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again." For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
You can’t tell me
what to do anymore, Travis! I don’t belong to you!”
In the second it took him to turn and face me, his
expression had contorted into anger. He stomped toward
me, planting his hands on the bed and leaning into my face.
“WELL I BELONG TO YOU!” The veins in his neck
bulged as he shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to even
flinch. He looked at my lips, panting. “I belong to you.
The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.
The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.
No matter how plain a woman may be, if truth and honesty are written across her face, she will be beautiful.
The truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.
A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.
Pain is a pesky part of being human, I've learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.
Boys think girls are like books, If the cover doesn't catch their eye they won't bother to read what's inside.
The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.
I don't mind being burdened with being glamorous and sexual. Beauty and femininity are ageless and can't be contrived, and glamour, although the manufacturers won't like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour; it's based on femininity.
It's the quality that elevates a woman from just hot or sexy. It's in the way she walks, talks and presents herself. It's the way she radiates from the inside, out. It's her soul and her spark and that thing you just can't put your finger on. It might be the girl you don't notice at first, the one who doesn't always stand out. It's the girl you need to get to know, whose beauty becomes more defined with every conversation, every glance. It's a word that describes women who can't be classified as just hot.
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