#beautiful

Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin. ↗

— Cath Crowley

#poetic #romantic #beauty

I've been sleeping with the night light unplugged With a note on the rocking chair It says I'm dreaming of the life I once loved So wake me if you're out there ↗

— Owl City

#angels #owl-city #beauty

You have to find what’s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#beautiful #competitive-issue #good #life #true

She was beautiful, but her youth, the very awkwardness of her age, prevented her from flaunting it. ↗

— Richard J. O'Brien

#beautiful #beauty #teen #youth #age

Before I die, I want to at least have saved Cascade. Once all the crowns are found, then I will tell her. I want something good to die for. . . to make it beautiful to live. ↗

— Stacey T. Hunt

#beauty #cascade #crown #crowns #death

Come on, don't you ever stop and smell the coffee? ↗

— Justina Chen

#jacob #joy-of-life #justina-chen-headley #north-of-beautiful #beauty

Love is a clash of lightnings ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#love #poetry #spanish #true #beauty

Learn to appreciate the things you have in the life you're living. It is your present. ↗

— Adem Spahic

#awesome #life #life-is-beautiful #living #present

The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful die young, but that they grow old and mean. It will not happen to me. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#death-and-dying #goodbyes #life #beauty

After slipping on a negligee and making herself comfortable on the lounge, she became conscious that she was miserable and that the tears were rolling down her cheeks. She wondered if they were the tears of self-pity, and tried resolutely not to cry, but this existence without hope, without happiness, oppressed her, and she kept shaking her head from side to side, her mouth drawn down tremulously in the corners, as though she were denying the assertion made by some one, somewhere. She did not know that this gesture of hers was years older than history, that, for a hundred generations of men, intolerable and persistent grief has offered that gesture, of denial, of protest, of bewilderment, to something more profound, more powerful than the God made in the image of man, and before which that God, did he exist, would be equally impotent. It is a truth set at the heart of tragedy that this force never explains, never answers - this force intangible as air, more definite than death. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#beauty