#beautiful

... even though it was beautiful and comfortable, and even though it was the world, it was also a little bit boring. No, wait. Maybe boring isn’t the right word. What’s the word I’m wanting here? Lonely. That’s it. It was a little bit lonely. ↗

— Catherine Ryan Hyde

#boring #comfortable #lonely #beauty

We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for. That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out? ↗

— Markus Zusak

#dangerous #houses #small #stories #windows

There is no God, but I hope someone watches over you. New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire. Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again. ↗

— Ralph Fiennes

#beauty

The Goddess spoke to all the dead. She was beloved for it. It seemed she passed on that gift to you. Oh, it taxed her immensely, but she tried to set as many to rest as she could. Sometimes it only takes one word of kindness, you know, to set a soul at ease. ↗

— Leanna Renee Hieber

#ghosts #goddess #kindness #strangely-beautiful-series #beauty

We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust. ↗

— David Almond

#beauty

Together they spent their whole lives waiting for their luck to change, as though luck were some fabulous tide that would one day flood and consecrate the marshes of our island, christening us in the iridescent ointments of a charmed destiny. ↗

— Pat Conroy

#destiny #island #landscape #luck #south-carolina

The days we spend apart bleed together until time is an obstacle we must overcome. ↗

— I FORGOT HER NAME... lemme update this here... it's from Beautiful Creatures

#beauty

She was--I keep using the past tense; I ought to say she is--one of those people who, at first sight, look plain, are quiet, unassertive, unmemorable even. But who, when they start to talk and you get to know them, become more and more attractive and impressive, and you see that in fact they are beautiful. Not conventionally beautiful, not celebrity beautiful, but beautiful all through. ↗

— Aidan Chambers

#beautiful-people #beautiful-women #beauty

John Longridge, the cook at Harley-street, had suffered from low spirits for more than thirty years, and he was quick to welcome Stephen as a newcomer to the freemasonry of melancholy. ↗

— Susanna Clarke

#humor #beauty

His plate was full but his fists sat motionless like two dark quartz stones on either side of it. ↗

— Flannery O'Connor

#beautiful #beauty