#beautiful

What would you do if I kissed you right now?" I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. "I would kiss you back. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#couples #hot #kiss #love #mara-dyer

Until then, you can do what everyone else your age does. Listen to music. Watch the television. Just keep your nose away from those books. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#ethan-wate #lena-duchannes #supernatural-fiction #age

You see, my ambition was not to confound the engineering world but simply to create a beautiful piece of art. ↗

— Kit Williams

#art #beautiful #confound #create #engineering

There is nothing positive about being fat. And there is nothing positive about loving yourself. We all need to conform to society's expectations of who we are, because if we don't, who will? Life is more enjoyable when you are thin and pretty. I was never fat a day in my life and I never will. ↗

— Marilyn Monroe

#fat #marilyn-monroe #self-esteem #size-zero #ugly

Better to illuminate than merely to shine to deliver to others contemplated truths than merely to contemplate. ↗

— St. Thomas Aquinas

#contemplate #illuminate #inspirational #saint #shine

I have been bent and broken, but—I hope—into a better shape. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#i-like-this #quote #beauty

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#beauty #dejan-stojanovic #gaze #literature #literature-quotes

She knew all about love—that beautiful, exquisitely painful but precious journey. ↗

— Mary Hart Perry

#love #romance #beauty

The sign of a true woman isn't the ability to recite French poetry or play the pianoforte or cook Chateaubriand. The sign of a true woman is learning to listen to her own voice even when society does its best to drown it out. ↗

— Eve Marie Mont

#romantic #woman #beauty

She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall - a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of paint cans that shielded Max Vandenburg. She removed the sheets closest to the wall until there was a small corridor to look through. The first part of him she saw was his shoulder, and through the slender gap, she slowly, painfully, inched her hand in until it rested there. His clothing was cool. He did not wake. She could feel his breathing and his shoulder moving up and down ever so slightly. For a while, she watched him. Then she sat and leaned back. Sleepy air seemed to have followed her. The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed. German and Jewish lungs. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#friendship #german #jewish #sleep #the-book-thief