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You looked at me like you saw something good. You made me remember everything I loved about you, before I'd fallen. And how could I ever damn such a beautiful creature? I couldn't. That look made me want to be a better man, for you ↗

— Jillian Peery

#edmund #beauty

I knew you'd be wet," he whispered, and gave in to temptation, biting her ear. She quivered. "Now I want you to spread your legs for me. Just a little bit. That's right," he crooned in her ear. "That's perfect. You're perfect. Beautiful." He kissed the side of her neck, because he couldn't help it. He wanted his fingers inside her, wanted his cock inside her, but he couldn't have what he wanted. If he turned her, yanked off her pants and pushed her down on the floor he wouldn't stop, and this had to be for her and her alone. ↗

— Anne Stuart

#beauty

Keep dreaming, Irish,” she said dryly, though her breath was ragged. “I will, but it remains to be seen whether they’ll come true.” The man was all confidence and skilled seduction. Kate smirked. “Only an Irishman would say that.” “Only a beautiful, stubborn lass would ignore the truth. ↗

— Whitney K.E.

#love #romance #rural #beauty

Working in the tea fields under a beautiful sunshine is the dream of all the miners. ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

Deep in ourselves resides the religious impulse. Out of the passions of our clay it rises. We have religion when we stop deluding ourselves that we are self-sufficient, self-sustaining or self-derived. We have religion when we hold some hope beyond the present, some self-respect beyond our failures. We have religion when our hearts are capable of leaping up at beauty, when our nerves are edged by some dream in our heart. We have religion when we have an abiding gratitude for all that we have received. We have religion when we look upon people with all their failings and still find in them good; when we look beyond people to the grandeur in nature and to the purpose in our own heart. We have religion when we have done all that we can, and then in confidence entrust ourselves to the life that is larger than ourselves. ↗

— Ralph Helfer

#religion #beauty

The experience of listening to an hour's music you barely know in a dead language you do not understand is a strange falling and rising experience. For minutes at a time you are walking deep into it, you seem to understand. Then, without knowing how or when exactly, you discover you have wandered away, bored or tired from the effort, and now you are nowhere near the music. ↗

— Zadie Smith

#beauty

I want to keep living in this beautiful dream-world of ours. ↗

— David Dennis

#love-story #suspense #beauty

You have been blessed with immeasurable power to make positive changes in your life. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#changes #choice #inspirational #self-empowerment #success

Man in his upended street must know he is becoming a mere numerical item of convenience; on the way to being a thing. His inherent instinct for love and beauty is not only becoming suspect but, in spite of all intent, useless to society. He sees the human creature atrophy as he sees poverty of imagination in much "modern art," so-called. But it was Walt Whitman himself who raised the perpendicular hand to declare: "It is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary." This is what is now coming forth in our architecture as in our life. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#architecture

You can recognize survivors by their creativity. In soulful, insightful, gentle, and nurturing creations, they often express the inner beauty they brought out of childhood storms. ↗

— Jeanne McElvaney

#abuse-survivors #childhood-abuse #childhood-sexual-abuse #effects-of-child-abuse #harrietta-s-happenstance