#de

I hope you drop dead! I hope you burn to death! I hope you suffocate in your own smoke! ↗

— Cornellia Funke

#death

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it. ↗

— Anne Rice

#anne-rice #lestat-de-lioncourt #queen-of-the-damned #beauty

He watched me rake my fingers through the tangles in my hair and smiled. “Quit it. You’re fucking beautiful.” “Just point me to the nearest eighties rock video,” I said. ↗

— Jamie McGuire

#beautiful-disaster #eighties-rock-video #funny #jamie-mcguire #travis-maddox

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

On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each other as they tumbled up and over the top of the wall. Against another wall were white apple blossoms on branches cut into sharp crucifixes and forced to lie flat against the stone. Below, the huge frilled lips of giant tulips in shades of white and cream nodded in their beds. They were almost finished now, spread open too far, splayed, exposing obscene black centers. I've never had my own garden but I suddenly recognized something in the tangle of this one that wasn't beauty. Passion, maybe. And something else. Rage. ↗

— Meg Rosoff

#edmond #garden #passion #rage #war

I cannot express the uneasiness caused in me by this intrusion of mystery and beauty into a room I had at last filled with myself to the point of paying no more attention to the room than to that self. The anesthetizing influence of habit having ceased, I would begin to have thoughts, and feelings, and they are such sad things. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#proust #rooms #beauty

The desert, when the sun comes up...I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the Earth began. ↗

— Tom Hanks

#desert #forest-gump #morning #beauty

Describing the person I am would best be through music. When I'm up on stage and I'm singing my heart out, I am always reminded of life's best things. ↗

— Thia Megia

#am #best #describing #heart #i

Optimism is inevitably the last hope of the defeated. ↗

— Albert Meltzer

#hope #inevitably #last #optimism

He even moved like an animal, fluid strength and surety. And all the devil ever wants in exchange, a small voice said warningly, is a soul. Oh, puh-lease, Chloe rebuked herself sternly. He's a man, nothing more. A big, beautiful, sometimes scary man, but that's all. Graceful as a stalking tiger, the big, beautiful, scary man dropped into a crouch on the ground before her, his dark eyes glinting in the shadowy night. They knelt mere inches apart. When he spoke, his words were painstakingly articulated, as if speaking was an immense effort. His words were carefully spaced, tight, coming in rushes, with pauses between. "I will give you. Every. Artifact I own. If you kiss. Me and ask no. Questions." "Huh?" Chloe gaped. "No questions," he hissed. He shook his head violently, as if trying to scatter something from it. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dageus #karen-marie-moning #the-dark-highlander #beauty