#beauty

I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#beauty

funny how a beautiful song could tell such a sad story ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#storytelling #beauty

I know that pain is the most important thing in the universes. Greater than survival, greater than love, greater even than the beauty it brings about. For without pain, there can be no pleasure. Without sadness, there can be no happiness. Without misery there can be no beauty. And without these, life is endless, hopeless, doomed and damned. Adult. You have become adult. ↗

— Harlan Ellison

#pain #philosophy #beauty

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#desire #beauty

You're beautiful in battle," said Dimitri. His cold voice carried to me clearly, even above the roar of combat. "Like an avenging angel come to deliver the justice of heaven." "Funny," I said, shifting my hold on the stake. "That is kind of why I'm here." "Angels fall, Rose. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #beauty

Just because something is beautiful doesn´t mean it´s good. ↗

— Alex Flinn

#fairy-tale #beauty

What?" I asked uneasily. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He shook his head, the smile rueful now. "Because sometimes, a person can get so caught up in the details that they miss the whole. It's not just the dress or the hair. It's YOU. You're beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#beauty

Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is THE BEST. ↗

— Frank Zappa

#beauty

Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you? ↗

— Richard Rodgers

#beauty #love #beauty

And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#love #beauty