#ay

Oh, I didn't think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again," I say, cheerily. "It's sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #humor #libba-bray #revenge #beauty

Jamal Crawford reminds me the most of myself, the way he goes to the basket. But they need leadership. ↗

— Earl Monroe

#crawford #goes #leadership #me #most

ഒരു പൂവ് പൊട്ടിയ മഷിക്കുപ്പിയില് ­‍ വച്ചാലും ചളുങ്ങിയ ഒരു പൌഡര്‍ ടിന്നില്‍ വച്ചാലും അതൊക്കെ പൂപ്പാത്രമായി മാറുന്നത് പോലെ ഉള്ളിലൊരു പൂവുണ്ടാകുകയാണ് ­ പ്രധാനം. അകപൊരുളിന്റെ സുഗന്ധമാണ് സൗന്ദര്യം ↗

— Fr.Boby Jose Kattikad

#flower #malayalam #beauty

The thankful heart and a praying mind are the revealer of the secrets of beauty. ↗

— Toba Beta

#revealer #secrets-of-beauty #thankful-heart #beauty

He remembered the time he had hooked one of a pair of marlin. The male fish always let the female fish feed first and the hooked fish, the female, made a wild, panic-stricken, despairing fight that soon exhausted her, and all the time the male had stayed with her, crossing the line and circling with her on the surface. He had stayed so close that the old man was afraid he would cut the line with his tail which was sharp as a scythe and almost of that size and shape. When the old man had gaffed her and clubbed her, holding the rapier bill with its sandpaper edge and clubbing her across the top of her head until her colour turned to a colour almost like the backing of mirrors, and then, with the boy’s aid, hoisted her aboard, the male fish had stayed by the side of the boat. Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the female was and then went down deep, his lavender wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and all his wide lavender stripes showing. He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#hemingway #the-old-man-and-the-sea #beauty

Enséñame a volar, mi mariposa hermosa,’ Tim said suddenly. ‘It’s from a poem I— Well, it’s from a poem.’ ‘What’s it mean?’ ”Teach me how to fly, my beautiful butterfly.” - Tim Wyman ↗

— Jay Bell

#jay-bell #something-like-summer #beauty

The greatest sign of success for a teacher... is to be able to say, 'The children are now working as if I did not exist.' ↗

— Maria Montessori

#able #children #did #exist #greatest

His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants' hall. ↗

— J. M. Barrie

#equal #equality #hall #his #lordship

She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. I give her my troth for our love is whole; her breath is my wine, her scent is my soul. ↗

— Roman Payne

#love #loving #roman-payne #woman #beauty

Your very eyes. How they have always been for me the command to obey, the inviolable and beautiful commandment. No, no, I'm not telling lies. Your appearance in the doorway! ... You have been my body's health. Whenever I have read a book, it was you I was reading, not the book, you were the book. You were, you were. ↗

— Robert Walser

#commandment #doorway #eyes #you #beauty