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Read through the most famous quotes by topic #beauty
Because I like you a lot. Because you’re beautiful and strong and make me feel things I can’t allow myself to feel. Because you listen to me in the moonlight like every word I say forms a drop of nectar. Because you’ve lived a shit life and come out the other side to be someone amazing. Because now you live a dangerous life with a scar on your back to prove it and I can’t afford to lose anyone else that means something to me... ↗
You were tossed away like a pair of beautiful, brand new shoes that did not quite fit. ↗
#adoption #dysfunctional-families #dysfunctional-family #mothers #the-wayward-gifted
He extended a finger to her face, the simple gesture bringing into play the sleek muscles of his shoulders and arms. “You are so beautiful, so adorable. I know full well you’re my doom, and I don’t care. ↗
Get some sleep Trina, I promise I will still love you in the morning and then every morning after that. ↗
Know this and know it more than you've ever bothered to understand anything before: I am, as lonely as they come. As empty as they make them. There is a reason my liver is filled with whiskey. A cloaked rhyme to why my lungs have fallen in love with smoke. I am lonely. But I have come to the conclusion that loneliness, no matter how often it weighs the soul, is sometimes, a beautiful thing. ↗
#drink #loneliness #smoke #beauty
It was as simple as that - they met. As simple as only beautiful things can be beautiful, as only life-changing things, turning-point things, can be simple. ("For The Rest Of Her Life") ↗
Beauty, like truth, is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it. The expression of beauty is in direct ratio to the power of conception the artist has acquired. ↗
With heart at rest I climbed the citadel's Steep height, and saw the city as from a tower, Hospital, brothel, prison, and such hells, Where evil comes up softly like a flower. Thou knowest, O Satan, patron of my pain, Not for vain tears I went up at that hour; But like an old sad faithful lecher, fain To drink delight of that enormous trull Whose hellish beauty makes me young again. Whether thou sleep, with heavy vapors full, Sodden with day, or, new appareled, stand In gold-laced veils of evening beautiful, I love thee, infamous city! Harlots and Hunted have pleasures of their own to give, The vulgar herd can never understand. ↗
