#hone

Honesty was a tough customer... Once you started allowing yourself some honesty, it couldn't easily be contained or limited to one part of your life. It was like poison ivy or a bossy houseguest. Once it was there, you couldn't tell it what to do. You had to really fight to keep it from taking over. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#life

The best of all lost arts is honesty ↗

— Mark Twain

#honesty #integerity #purity-of-heart #art

Politics is the art of saying well that which may or may not be true. ↗

— Orrin Woodward

#integrity #politics #art

I've suffered from all of the hang-ups known, and none is as bad as the telephone. ↗

— Richard Armour

#hang-ups #i #known #none #suffered

The human body is the best work of art. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#beauty #body #body-image #dancer #desire

No, I don't think I could fall in love with him, handsome though he is, because I don't accept any of that huff he gives me about my great beauty and all that. I'd have to trust a man's words before I could love him. I think. ↗

— Sherwood Smith

#love #relationships #beauty

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#honesty #beauty

...a chasm opened in the earth and out of it coal-black horses sprang, drawing a chariot and driven by one who had a look of dark splendor, majestic and beautiful and terrible. He caught her to him and held her close. The next moment she was being borne away from the radiance of earth in springtime to the world of the dead by the king who rules it. ↗

— Edith Hamilton

#persephone #beauty

Beautiful Hannah. If you were mine, I'd lay you on silk sheets and wrap you up in ropes of pearls, and feed you honey from a silver spoon. Of course, you wouldn't be able to make all your high-minded judgments if you were a fallen woman...but you wouldn't care. Because I would pleasure you, Hannah, every night, all night, until you forgot your own name. Until you were willing to do things that would shock you in the light of day. I would debauch you from your head down to your innocent little toes-" "Oh, I despise you... ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#pearls #seduction #sexy-words #beauty

They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by. They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#heather #honeysuckle #nature #night #reeds