#mir

One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#life #miracles #tessa-gray #life

Deep within everyone's heart there always remains a sense of longing for that hour, that summer, that one brief moment of blossoming. For several weeks or months, rarely longer, a beautiful young woman lives outside ordinary life. She is intoxicated. She feels as if she exists beyond time, beyond its laws; she experiences not the monotonous succession of days passing by, but moments of intense, almost desperate happinness. ↗

— Irène Némirovsky

#irene-nemirovsky #jezebel #joy #passion #beauty

I like your hair down." He twisted his fingers through the curls. My eyes drifted shut as I relaxed next to him. "It's a mess. I need to get a haircut." Hayden's fingers stilled. "No. You shouldn't cut your hair. It's beautiful." I would never cut my hair. Ever. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#cute #beauty

Like most good looking women, she was never sure of her beauty, and had to keep checking on it, to make sure it was still there. ↗

— Josephine Humphreys

#doubt #mirrors #beauty

Kane wondered if any man in her life had really noticed how beautiful she was. ↗

— Dannika Dark

#beautiful #closer #dannika-dark #love #mageri

My heart does not desire what my eyes does not admire. ↗

— Habeeb Akande

#beauty #desire #heart #women #beauty

To whom pursuit beauty only have to see their reflection in the mirror because you are a child of god and there is no more beauty in that ↗

— Vira Luna

#childd #god #mirror #beauty

I… What are you doing " Mircea had run a hand through his waterfall of hair and now he was sliding those beautifully shaped hands down his chest to glide over his nipples. His torso was hairless and perfectly sculpted with toned muscles and a long waist. He followed the lines of his flat stomach to the low-slung border of his only remaining garment. His fingers lingered there sliding along that insubstantial barrier teasingly drawing my eyes to the line of dark hair that started below his navel and disappeared beneath the black silk. It was startling against the pale perfection of his skin and except for the faint pink of his nipples gave the only color to his upper body. "Doing dulceaţă " he asked innocently. "I am trying my best to seduce you. ↗

— Karen Chance

#mircea #beauty

...that icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror... ↗

— John Geddes

#ice #mirror #reflection #beauty

Ariya was tall and fine-boned, with large doe-eyes framed by long lashes. She moved about the one-story house with a self-possessed grace in her purple dress. We thought she would make a good model. She could sell anything but perfume, because she always had a smell: parsley, cilantro, chicken, goat, sour sop, shop cheese. ↗

— Jenelle Jack Pierre

#beautiful-people #beauty