#gr

It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, but it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter, the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands, the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains... if only one could leave this life slowly! ↗

— Roman Payne

#beauty #carpe-diem #dying #holding-hands #laughter

There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#brave #courage #deception #eyes #fortitude

Her courage seemed to collapse around her ankles like an old pair of elastic undies ↗

— Julie Anne Grasso

#middle-grade #simile #courage

Macbeth is a very popular play with audiences. If you want to sell out a theater, just mount a production of Macbeth. It's a short play, it's an exciting play, it's easy to understand, and it attracts great acting. ↗

— Ian Mckellen

#attracts #audiences #easy #exciting #great

[I]f we revert to history, we shall find that the women who have distinguished themselves have neither been the most beautiful nor the most gentle of their sex. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft

#beauty #clichés #distinction #empowerment #gender

You know,” he said, “I wish you could see this cave.” “What’s it like?” He paused. “It’s...beautiful, really.” “Tell me.” And so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#cave #graceling #katsa #po #beauty

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#ethical #grief #jodi-picoult #life #moral

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#found #girl #hungry #ireland #lost

The day is ending. It's time for something that was beautiful to turn into something else that is beautiful. Now, Let go. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#inspirational #beauty

Please, don't hate me because I am beautiful. ↗

— Michael Buckley

#beauty