#me

Live simply. Deepest joy is like a flower....beautiful in essence. ↗

— Tony Samara

#consciousness #enlightenment #evolution #foundation #freedom

You’re too beautiful for your own good. Once you leave, we’ll have to send some of the guards with you. You’ll never survive on your own, poor thing. ↗

— Kiera Cass

#maxon #beauty

sometime life is full of joy,and sometime life is full of pain and tears but we have to defeat it ↗

— Meena Khan

#life #time #faith

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#individuality #meaning-of-life #life

Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song.. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#grief #phoenix-lament #song #terrible #beauty

There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#women #beauty

Why did God make women so beautiful and man with such a loving heart? ↗

— Walker Percy

#men #women #beauty

You're so beautiful," said Alice. "I'm afraid of looking at you and not knowing who you are." "I think that even if you don't know who I am someday, you'll still know that I love you." "What if I see you, and I don't know that you're my daughter, and I don't know that you love me?" "Then, I'll tell you that I do, and you'll believe me. ↗

— Lisa Genova

#early-onset-alzheimer-s #mother-daughter #women #beauty

Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proff of chastity well armed, From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor That, when she dies, with dies her store. Act 1,Scene 1, lines 180-197 ↗

— William Shakespeare

#sex #william-shakespeare #beauty

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads Of her life, and weaves them gratefully Into a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall And clears it for a different celebration. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#life #poetry #rilke #women #beauty