#mari

The butterflies have flown away, like my ignorance and youth. ↗

— Eileen Granfors

#coming-of-age #mariposas #age

If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#anger

A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#art

Darkness will never take me... because I have you. Light of my life, Marissa. That's what you are." -Butch and Marissa ↗

— J.R. Ward

#marissa #life

S’il s’agissait d’un autre type de relation ou de contrat, on comprendrait immédiatement que l’institution elle-même est en défaut lorsque le pourcentage d’échecs approcherait des 50%. Mais dans le cas du mariage, les gens s’efforcent d’accepter ce résultat comme inévitable sinon comme normal. L’illusion persiste. ↗

— Serge Chaumier

#art

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

I don't know... there's something kind of beautiful about it, don't you think? That we keep living and growing even though our world is a corpse? That we keep coming back no matter how many of us die? ↗

— Isaac Marion

#julie-grigio #warm-bodies #beauty

A scary but yet beautiful smile ↗

— Masashi Kishimoto

#naruto #shikamaru #shikamaru-nara #shikatema #temari

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

I drank some of that lake! I might have choked on a fish or a frog or a...a...a turtle!" "It is wisest to keep one's mouth shut while sifting." She skewered him with a frosty stare. "Now you tell me." Damn the fairy, anyway. There she stood, feeling ragtag and bedraggled, and he only looked more beautiful wet, all drippy and shimmery gold-velvet, his hair a wet tangle to his waist. "Come Gabrielle," he said, extending his hand, "we must keep moving. They can track me by what little magic I'm using to sift, but only to a general vicinity. We need to keep sifting, to spread out their search." "Is there anything else it's wisest to do that I should know about before we just pop off again?" She tucked her hands behind her back so he couldn't grab her and just sift rather than answering her. Besides, she needed a minute to brace herself for the next bout of traveling in a manner that defied all the known laws of physics. "You might try kissing me. Better my tongue than a frog, no?" Dark eyes sparking gold, he reached for her. "Close contest. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gabby #karen-marie-moning #lake #the-immortal-highlander #beauty