#beauty

No garment which distorts the shape and motion of the wearer is beautiful, nor s any garment beautiful which emphasizes more than one or at most two of your sexual characteristics. ↗

— Elizabeth Hawes

#beauty

No one could see her objectively anyway. Even those who saw her for the first time, before she had opened her mouth to sing. Found her radiant, as if her talent could not be contained in her voice and so poured like light though her skin. Then all that could be seen was the weight and the gloss of her hair and the pale pink of her cheeks and her beautiful hands. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#beauty

Beautiful night, isn't it, Police Girl? It's especially beautiful if you're a bloodsucker. ↗

— Kohta Hirano

#blood #bloodsuckers #hellsing #seras #vampires

English is a beautiful language, a remarkably precise language with a million words to choose from to deliver your exact shade of meaning. ↗

— Laura Fraser

#beauty

Petty mindedness instructs eyes to see everything from an unappropriate standpoint, beautifulness could be looked otherwise. ↗

— Toba Beta

#point-of-view #right-angle #beauty

There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire. ↗

— William Congreve

#beauty #cannot #courage #dare #narrow

I have lost my spark, I'm told, and should seek to rekindle it.  Respecting the messenger, I wonder if this is true.  I feel as if my spark endures, but having opened up to the world so bright, perhaps it no longer shines by comparison.  So, without a word, I slip back into seclusion to nurture my beautiful inner glow. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#inner-glow #richelle #richelle-goodrich #spark #beauty

And she was not beautiful asleep. Her expression slack and not angelic. The very ordinariness of it so beautiful he felt a yearning to be something more than he was or could be. And as good a player as he was, he knew as he turned on the reel to reel and hugged the Fender once again that nothing he composed would ever be as beautiful as her ordinary sleep. Watching her he played the music of her sleeping. And by surrendering made something beautiful. ↗

— Steven R. Boyett

#love #music #sleep #beauty

I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn’t look beautiful this time. Just evil. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#dark #poetic-fiction #beauty

For the first time in my life I was admitting defeat. ↗

— Christina Lauren

#ouch #sweet #beauty