#lines

That initial anger she had felt turned to sadness, and now it had become something else, almost a dullness of sorts. Even though she was constantly in motion, it seemed as if nothing special ever happened to her anymore. Each day seemed exactly like the last, and she had trouble differentiating among them. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#loneliness #anger

الجمال والقبح ليسا في ذات الأشياء ، ولكنهما في الذات التي تتعامل مع الأشياء ، وفي الظرف الذي تكون فيه الأشياء ↗

— تركي الحمد

#novel #things #ugliness #beauty

The ugliest thing in the world is a beautiful woman without the brains or courage to know that [beauty] is nothing more than an accident. ↗

— Charlie Fletcher

#beauty #courage #ugliness #beauty

I now understood that real secrets were lonely. They planted themselves inside of you and expanded, until you felt like that was all you were-a lonely little secret, isolated in your experiences. ↗

— Yvonne Woon

#secrets #beauty

She didn't want to go far, just out of the trees so she could see the stars. They always eased her loneliness. She thought of them as beautiful creatures, burning and cold; each solitary, and bleak, and silent like her. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#loneliness #silence #solitary #stars #beauty

That's the world out there, little green apples and infectious disease. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#good-and-evil #humanity #infectious-diseases #summary #ugliness

As beautiful as her voice sounded, working its way along the melodies I knew by heart, I knew there was a potential ugliness underneath it. ↗

— Unkown

#beauty

I never really wanted to die. But I followed through anyway. The pain in my heart was excruciating, and death was beautiful. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#death-and-dying #first-lines #gothic-fantasy #gothic-romance #love

The white cat Sal-al was lying on the straw matting in the empty conservatory. She looked at us with a wicked, conceited expression as if all her appetites had just been satisfied. She was beautiful. Vesta and I both said, "I wish I were a cat!" Before we got to the last word we smiled at each other in annoyance, not liking the idea that most human beings think very much alike. ↗

— Denton Welch

#felines #mind #people #beauty

Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn't fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer. ↗

— Betty Smith

#opening-lines #beauty