#beautiful

Before there was an American Story, before Paterson spread before Oscar and Lola like a dream, or the trumpets from the Island of our eviction had even sounded, there was their mother, Hypatia Belicia Cabral: a girl so tall your leg bones ached just looking at her so dark it was as if the Creatrix had, in her making, blinked ↗

— Junot Díaz

#humor #inspirational #beauty

I would stand there at times and remember how beautiful God created this world, and then I would be reassured that he would certainly take care of me and all of my loved ones. ↗

— Diet Eman

#christianity #faith #god #jesus-christ #prison

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.My sin,my soul.Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap,at three,on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo,plain Lo,in the morning,standing four feet ten in one sock. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#disgust #forbidden #inspirational #life #love

If someone treats you like SHIT, just remember that there is something WRONG with THEM, not YOU. Normal people dont go around destroying other Human Beings! ↗

— Unknown

#encouragement #happiness #life #positive #positive-women

Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything? ↗

— Taylor Swift

#believe #innocent #inspirational #it-s-not-too-late #love

You're a fine young man, even if you have your own demons. We all do. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#beautiful-redemption #beauty

Thanks to Lana Turner, Eleven Eleven, The Nation, LIT Magazine (USA), Critical Quarterly (UK), Beautiful Outlaw Press, no press, The Capilano Review, cv2, Rhubarb and Centre A Gallery (Canada). ↗

— Erin Moure

#capitalism #feltheart #friends #heartfelt #lana-turner

The wise hero must realise how terrible it will be, when all the wealth of this world lies waste, as now in various places throughout this middle-earth walls stand, blown by the wind covered with frost, the buildings storm-swept. The halls decay, their lords lie deprived of joy, the whole hearth-troop has fallen, proud by the wall. from THE WANDERER, lines 73-80 ↗

— Anonymous

#beautiful-writing #destruction #futility #haunting #middle-earth

A chill December morning dawned, with rags and tatters of mist hanging on the trees like poor people’s washing. ↗

— Ken Follett

#metaphor #beauty

I’m just happy to have experienced life; to have had a beautiful son and to have loved. ↗

— Aaron B. Powell

#beauty #boy #child #children #dead