#bra

I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it. ↗

— Libba Bray

#details #gemma-doyle #libba-bray #truth #beauty

I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #individuality #libba-bray #quirks #uniqueness

Many of the bravest never are known, and get no praise. [But]that does not lessen their beauty... ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#bravery #unsung-heros #beauty

If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in the library? ↗

— Lily Tomlin

#beauty #come #done #hair #how

I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #libba-bray #thinking #using-your-brain #beauty

Logos and branding are so important. In a big part of the world, people cannot read French or English--but are great in remembering signs ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#beauty #brand #chic #designer #fabulous

Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants. ↗

— Libba Bray

#libba-bray #queen #beauty

Steadily, the room shrank, till the book thief could touch the shelves within a few small steps. She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal cord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet. She used both hands. She raced them. One shelf against the other. And she laughed. Her voice was sprawled out, high in her throat, and when she eventually stopped and stood in the middle of the room, she spent many minutes looking from the shelves to her fingers and back again. How many books had she touched? How many had she felt? She walked over and did it again, this time much slower, with her hand facing forward, allowing the dough of her palm to feel the small hurdle of each book. It felt like magic, like beauty, as bright lines of light shone down from a chandelier. Several times, she almost pulled a title from its place but didn't dare disturb them. They were too perfect. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#library #beauty

At midnight on July 1, 1997, Hongkong, the British Crown Colony, will be restored to China. This is not only an event which will be celebrated by patriotic Chinese; any patriotic American should celebrate it as well. ↗

— Robert Trout

#any #british #celebrate #celebrated #china

Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they've fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don't know when or how the change took place. ↗

— Libba Bray

#friendship #libba-bray #beauty