#be

«Come on, put it down on your beautiful chest and the Death will come to life!» She stepped back. «I will never do it,» she growled. With brutality, he grabbed her arm. «You will do it, instead.» ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty

Ciao, bello!' The coal-eyed beauty who had kissed Jason through the Fiat's window appeared through the crowd, her pretty red mouth smiling. Utterly ignoring Storm, she perched herself on the table next to Jason. 'Ciao, bella,' he smiled. 'Vuoi ballare?' 'She wants me to dance,' he explained to Storm, peering round the girl's adolescent bottom. 'I know,' she replied shortly. 'I've got a degree in Italian. ↗

— Madeleine Ker

#beauty

Ariya was tall and fine-boned, with large doe-eyes framed by long lashes. She moved about the one-story house with a self-possessed grace in her purple dress. We thought she would make a good model. She could sell anything but perfume, because she always had a smell: parsley, cilantro, chicken, goat, sour sop, shop cheese. ↗

— Jenelle Jack Pierre

#beautiful-people #beauty

And she. So beautiful. So terrifying. So... prohibited. He felt she was too superior for him. ↗

— Chiara Cilli

#beauty

The scent of him was subtle, beautifully fresh, and she couldn’t think clearly. No man had ever brought out these intense feelings in her. Chris Augustine was dangerous and she could get lost in his arms. ↗

— Suzan Battah

#french #latino #multicultural #romance #beauty

Christ knew that by bread alone you cannot reanimate man. If there were no spiritual life, no ideal of Beauty, man would pine away, die, go mad, kill himself or give himself to pagan fantasies. And as Christ, the ideal of Beauty in Himself and his Word, he decided it was better to implant the ideal of Beauty in the soul. If it exists in the soul, each would be the brother of everyone else and then, of course, working for each other, all would also be rich. Whereas if you give them bread, they might become enemies to each other out of boredom. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#christ #ideal #soul #beauty

As a beauty I'm not a great star. Others are handsomer far; but my face --I don't mind it because I'm behind it; it the folks out in front that I jar. ↗

— A.H. Euwer

#beauty

In a land that knew only dark beauty, she was something of a hybrid no one dared touch. But the tall Arab did not appear in the least daunted by her abnormality. No, she saw his eyes. He was not daunted in the least. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#desert #romance #beauty

I began to understand what bound Pearl to their simple mystery because i felt the same connection. in front of us, all around us, was the energy of life and growth. beauty was only a month away and it depended, in part, in what i could do. ↗

— Belinda Jeffrey

#silk-worms #beauty

He smiled proudly at the machine Ephraim was staring at. "That's our Coheron Drive. Isn't she beautiful? I helped build her." Ephraim glanced at the coin in his hand. Zoe patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry. Size doesn't matter in quantum mechanics," she said. "It's how you use it. ↗

— E.C. Myers

#joke #beauty