#beau

Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#real #beauty

The Song of the Winged Ones is a song of celebration, written as though the singer were standing on the Dragon Isle watching the dragons flying in the sun. The words are full of wonder at the beauty of the creatures; and there is a curious pause in the middle of one of the stanzas near the end, where the singer waits a full four measures in silence for those who listen to hear the music of distant dragon wings. It seldom fails to bring echoes of something beyond the silence, and is almost never performed because many bards fear it. I love it. ↗

— Elizabeth Kerner

#elizabeth-kerner #lanen #music #song #song-of-the-winged-ones

Lead us toward a speech, which is as beautiful as silence, and toward a silence, which is as beautiful as the sweetest and truest of words. (119) ↗

— Jean-Yves Leloup

#silence #speech #truth #beauty

Floating in the void free of gravity I made my way along the side of the ship. I listened to my own breaths. It was so dark and I was so weightless that I had to look for my bubbles to be sure which way was up. I swam backward a little away from the boat and into outer space and waved my arm through the water. Sure enough the phosphorescents appeared trailing my movement like the tail of a shooting star. I let myself tip upside down and floated there watching the gentle snowstorm marveling that a world of such strangeness existed here all the time just under the surface. ↗

— Elisabeth Eaves

#swimming #wonder #beauty

... I had been brought to boil twice with no pasta. ↗

— Vanessa Estrella

#humor #beauty

How she wished she had Elizabeth to herself for a little so they could discuss what Henry's real intentions were and also how high and mighty Penelope had acted at lunch and what a tremendous insult it was that she'd come at all and did anyone really think she was beautiful with those oversize features anyway. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#gossip #beauty

I tell you Schoonmaker she doesn't know what she has. That's the heart of it. She's like some wild creature who hasn't a clue the worth of its coat. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#unaware #beauty

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re not the first to die. ↗

— Simon Van Booy

#die #beauty

Is a PLONGEUR'S work really necessary to civilization? We have a feeling that it must be 'honest' work, because it is hard and disagreeable, and we have made a sort of fetish of manual work. We see a man cutting down a tree, and we make sure that he is filling a social need, just because he uses his muscles; it does not occur to us that he may only be cutting down a beautiful tree to make room for a hideous statue. I believe it is the same with a PLONGEUR. He earns his bread in the sweat of his brow, but it does not follow that he is doing anything useful; he may be only supplying a luxury which, very often, is no luxury at all. ↗

— George Orwell

#beauty

He was so handsome, so beautiful. Inside and out. ↗

— Jay Bell

#beauty