#beauty

Tell me again about the girl whose hands have no color. Whose hands are completely white. This time make them damned, or untouched, or have her open a red umbrella or point at some maple leaves and damned near cry. Those hands. As freakish goes, I wish I had a tail. Maybe then you’d know how much I like you. It shakes me through, damn through. It shakes me. When she carries a peacock feather. When she touches her neck or thighs. You’re a person. It’s not so bad. You have hands. You are a person with hands to hold things. Things you like. Tremendous things. Tell me what you will hold today. I know there is room for everything. There is no need to be ceremonious. Tell what gets let go. ↗

— Rebecca Wadlinger

#beauty #everybody-has-hands-almost #girl #grasp #hands

The last thing the consumer index wants men and women to do is to figure out how to love one another: The $1.5 trillion retail-sales industry depends on sexual estrangement between men and women, and is fueled by sexual dissatisfaction. Ads do not sell sex--that would be counterproductive, if it meant that heterosexual women and men turned to one another and were gratified. What they sell is sexual discontent. ↗

— Naomi Wolf

#eating-disorders #feminism #self-esteem #society #beauty

I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it's strictly sherry. ↗

— Libba Bray

#hangovers #humor #beauty

Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#nature #beauty

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#old-men #waters #beauty

It seems that the people of Oran are like that friend of Flaubert who, on the point of death, casting a last glance at the irreplaceable earth, exclaimed: "Close the window, it's too beautiful. ↗

— Albert Camus

#gustave-flaubert #oran #beauty

He took my hand in his. I gasped when our skin touched and looked into his eyes in a kind of shocked wonder, my eyes wide. His hand was smooth and warm, a few degrees warmer than it should be, and that heat sank into me, but it was not his heat that made me gasp. It felt like a storm resided within his skin and the moment our hands met, the storm and heat went raging through my veins, leaving my skin tingling and my heart fluttering while also making my blush deeper. It was like heat lightning, flashes of brilliance without sound that told of an impending storm. It awakened something within me, something I did not know existed, and took my breath away. I had never felt anything like it before. ↗

— Jasmine Dubroff

#beauty-in-itself-part-one #love #mera #soul-mates #the-omega-series

When you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#beauty

Thank goodness women aren’t as superficial as men. Where would a guy like me be if all women cared about were looks? The plastic surgeon’s office, that’s where. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#male-beauty #men #plastic-surgeon #plastic-surgery #ugly

That's the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#book #childhood #comfort #death #drums