#lovely

She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind? ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#dreaming #dreams #fairy-tales #inkheart #inspirational

It's every woman's tragedy, that, after a certain age, she looks like a female impersonator. Mind you, we've known some lovely female impersonators, in our time. ↗

— Angela Carter

#age #certain #certain age #every #female

Fancy the happiness of Pinocchio on finding himself free! Without saying yes or no, he fled from the city and set out on the road that was to take him back to the house of the lovely Fairy. ↗

— Carlo Collodi

#city #fairy #fancy #finding #fled

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. ↗

— Edward Fitzgerald

#blows #buried #caesar #every #garden

A face that is really lovely in repose can fall apart if, when its owner stars to talk, she distorts every feature. ↗

— Loretta Young

#distorts #every #face #fall #feature

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye. ↗

— Sa'Di

#heart #impression #lovely #makes #seems

The desperate things seem to require attention, the lovely things seem to elicit celebration. If I had to choose, I would go to the awful in the hope that doing something could yield a happier result. ↗

— Jenny Holzer

#awful #celebration #choose #could #desperate

Older women are like aging strudels - the crust may not be so lovely, but the filling has come at last into its own. ↗

— Robert Farrar Capon

#come #crust #filling #into #last

I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. ↗

— Hamlin Garland

#breath #cedar #dawns #fragrant #hundred

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#life #lovely #poetry #beauty