#dr

He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window, thinking of the past and dreaming of the future. Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white in the moonshine; the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope. Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#dreamy #loss #memories #touching #tranquility

Every poet will forever try to write the greatest poem ever written, I have found that this kind of poem can be written with “One” word. And that word consists of a beauty beyond any measure to man and one of the most beauty creations to grace the presents of man. That one word poem is…….. “YOU ↗

— Michael Jones

#love #michael-jones #poems #poetry #beauty

Always, you wake up to an unpleasant memory and an unpleasant body and your spirit is reduced to a pile of dirty ashes residing somewhere inside of your ass. You've gotta face the music, which is a beautiful island outside, but you can't even bear to look out the window. ↗

— Anthony Kiedis

#beauty

I want to keep living in this beautiful dream-world of ours. ↗

— David Dennis

#love-story #suspense #beauty

She once told me of a night that fumed with escapes and was filled with bedsides reeking of ecstasy; she told me the stars cast not judgments, but blessings, knowing full well the disastrous outcomes of the deeds they cradled with the strings of their young hearts. She’d inhaled the night itself, those around her doing the same, and so all become one. No disharmony. No discordance. Nothing to shatter the cause; nothing to unearth the beauty. So as we together ascended that front porch, allowing the glow behind the blown-out windows and the odious steams plunder us from through the cracks...time forgot to distill us, and our steps became as silver as glass. I could no longer deny the boiling words of my blood: tonight would be the beginning of a very long road indeed. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#destiny #drugs #ecstasy #escape #faith

A beautifully-rendered family saga—full of fires, affairs, aristocrats and illegitimate children. At the center is an endearing heroine, whose eccentric childhood on the Grey Gardens-style Rokeby estate would make Dickens gasp. . . . Splendid. ↗

— JENNIFER VANDERBES AUTHOR OF EASTER ISLAND AND STRANGERS AT THE FEAST

#astor-orphan #beauty

I wanted to be strong when I went back to Persuasion. Strong and beautiful and totally together. I dreamed of the day I’d get to rub all your faces in my sheer awesomeness. ↗

— Susan Donovan

#coming-home #dreams #strong-women #beauty

Those who are critical of my goals and dreams simply do not understand the higher purpose to which I have been called. ↗

— Andy Andrews

#dreams

Blood rushed to the regions of my body that I associated with naughtiness, and I was powerless to stop it. ↗

— Kat Lowe

#lust #naughty #dreams

You know, when life presents you only good things and you idealize them to your way. And abruptly it comes up an avalanche of catastrophes and destroys all your beautiful dreams, as a war that destroys an entire country or a volcano that devastates forests. That's how I feel and I write in this diary 'How everything should have been' in my life. ↗

— Pet Torres

#drama #love #love-story #beauty