#ay

I wasn´t looking for a man at all. That changed when I saw you. I picked you because I couldn´t not pick you". ↗

— Robin Covington

#kayla #change

I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#declarations-of-love #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #life

The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #blay #qhuinn #qhuinn-and-blay #beauty

Don't run away. Im not running away. Im already gone. -Lena and Ethan ↗

— Kami Garcia

#beauty

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been. ↗

— Aberjhani

#faith #healing #inner-peace #innocence #life-and-death

I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#bruce-wayne-funeral #gordon #the-dark-knight-rises #beauty

To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of language the sudden flash of poetry. ↗

— John Andrew Holmes

#always #apprehend #beautiful #beautifully #feel

I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it. ↗

— Libba Bray

#details #gemma-doyle #libba-bray #truth #beauty

Gauguin was a stockbroker in Paris, married, had five kids. One day he came home from work and told his wife he was leaving, that he was through supporting the family, that he had had enough. Just like that he fucking took off. He said he had always felt that he was a painter, so he moved to a rat-infested shithole and started painting. His wife begged him to come back, his bosses told him he was insane, he didn't care, he was following his heart. He left Paris, moved to Rouen, went from Rouen to Arles, from Arles to Tahiti. He was searching for peace, contentment, trying to fill that fucking hole he felt inside, and he believed he could fill it. He died in Tahiti, blind and crazy from syphilis, but he did it. He filled his fucking hole, made beautiful work, made beautiful, beautiful work... It takes a brave man to walk away, to care so much that he doesn't care about anything else, to be willing to obey what he feels inside, to be willing to suffer the consequences of living for himself. Every time I stand before his work it makes me cry, and I cry because I'm proud of him, and happy for him, and because I admire him. ↗

— James Frey

#passion #walking-away #beauty

The death rate for people who play it safe and for those who live boldly is the same. ↗

— Patti Digh

#death #living-life-to-the-fullest-bold #playing-it-safe #courage