#mon

Truth is beauty ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#block #clique #crown #forgiveness #life

I never do anything for money; I get paid a lot of money as a by-product. ↗

— Alan Dershowitz

#by-product #get #i #lot #money

Spaniards have always shown great maturity and great common sense when it comes to voting. ↗

— Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero

#comes #common #common sense #great #maturity

Yes, yes," said the Beast, "my heart is good, but still I am a monster." Among mankind," says Beauty, "there are many that deserve that name more than you, and I prefer you, just as you are, to those, who, under a human form, hide a treacherous, corrupt, and ungrateful heart. ↗

— Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont

#beauty

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and the vermin of the world inhabit it and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit and it goes by the name of London. At the top of the hole sit the privileged few Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo turning beauty to filth and greed... I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders, for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru but there's no place like London! ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#demon #sweeney-todd #beauty

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds. ↗

— Aberjhani

#angels #beauty #famous-quotes-from-classic-books #grace #haiku

Beauty is being in harmony with what you are. ↗

— Peter Nivio Zarlenga

#being #harmony #you

You’ll make a sucky father someday,” I tell him with a smile. “I feel sorry for the kid that doesn’t get to burst into light to get out of your house.” He chokes out a laugh. “Is it my sarcasm?” “Definitely. And that obnoxious accent. ↗

— Suzanne Young

#monroe #beauty

All monsters must die except the beautiful ones ↗

— Cameron Jace

#monsters #snow-white #beauty

On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each other as they tumbled up and over the top of the wall. Against another wall were white apple blossoms on branches cut into sharp crucifixes and forced to lie flat against the stone. Below, the huge frilled lips of giant tulips in shades of white and cream nodded in their beds. They were almost finished now, spread open too far, splayed, exposing obscene black centers. I've never had my own garden but I suddenly recognized something in the tangle of this one that wasn't beauty. Passion, maybe. And something else. Rage. ↗

— Meg Rosoff

#edmond #garden #passion #rage #war