#beauty

And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of shining hairs. My earrings turned back to water and trickled down my shoulders; I shrugged the drops off my beautiful fur. ↗

— Angela Carter

#the-bloody-chamber #the-tigers-bride #transformation #beauty

She's beautiful,' he murmured. 'She's a metre across the hips, easily,' said Julia. 'That is her style of beauty,' said Winston. ↗

— George Orwell

#beauty #fat #inspirational #style #beauty

All things as they move toward God are beautiful, and they are ugly as they move away from Him. ↗

— A.W. Tozer

#sanctification #beauty

Beautiful and diabolical. You make me impatient indeed to claim you. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#beauty

Remember that you don't owe anyone an apology. You are who you are, you have no choice, and that is beautiful. ↗

— Emy Storey

#don-t-apologize #emy-storey #lgbt #tegan-and-sara #you-are-who-you-are

I keep having the urge to cross my hands over my chest, to cover up my breasts, to hide. I'm suddenly aware of how pale I look in the sunshine, and how many moles I have spotting up and down my chest, and I just know he's looking at me thinking i'm wrong or deformed. But the he breathes, 'Beautiful' and when his eyes meet mine I know that he really, truly means it. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#beautiful #lena #beauty

There was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin, a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost ecstasy——anyone who' suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I'm talking about. ↗

— Stephen King

#pain #recovering #beauty

Therefore, let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you. ↗

— Doreen Valiente

#virtues #wicca #beauty

But in the name of all that is holy, Mosca, of all the people you could have taken up with, why Eponymous Clent?" murmured Kohlrabi. Because I'd been hording words for years, buying them from peddlers and carving them secretly on bits of bark so I wouldn't forget them, and then he turned up using words like "epiphany" and "amaranth." Because I heard him talking in the marketplace, laying out sentences like a merchant rolling out rich silks. Because he made words and ideas dance like flames and something that was damp and dying came alive in my mind, the way it hadn't since they burned my father's books. Because he walked into Chough with stories from exciting places tangled around him like maypole streamers..." Mosca shrugged. "He's got a way with words. ↗

— Frances Hardinge

#fantasy #words #beauty

Philosophers say man forms himself in dialogue. ↗

— Anne Carson

#beauty