#high

He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I'm-pure-trouble-and-you're-gonna-love-it kind of attitude. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#attitude #gabby #karen-marie-moning #the-immortal-highlander #attitude

The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat. ↗

— Theodore Roethke

#cat #highway #mincing #walking #wind

You think you want love, Mary. You think it is this beautiful gift that does nothing but fill you and make you whole. But you are wrong. Love can be cruel and ugly. It can become dark and cause the deepest pain. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#beauty

The beauty of the human soul Is not the pretty face. It’s found within the heart and hands Of those who look — and stay. ↗

— Laura Greenwald

#beauty

I once tried standing up on my toes to see far out in the distance, but I found that I could see much farther by climbing to a high place. ↗

— Xun Zi

#could #distance #far #farther #found

Playing the running back position, your legs, that's your living, that's how you make your living. You have to have great thighs, knees, everything. ↗

— Eric Dickerson

#everything #great #how #knees #legs

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

Lookin' at ye is like baskin' in the summer sun after a long, cold winter. 'Tis like seein' home after a battle that's left ye empty and alone." He kissed her mouth, her nose, her eyes. "I dinna' know how 'tis possible, but each time I see ye, ye grow more beautiful to me. ↗

— Paula Quinn

#beauty

It’s a beautiful way to put it: Leave the poetry in what you make. When something becomes too polished, it loses its soul. It seems robotic. ↗

— Jason Fried

#beauty

National honor is the national property of the highest value. ↗

— James Monroe

#honor #national #property #value