#mon

She could afford anything, she could give anything, but she could not share a moment of her life with anybody. She was a beautiful and a glamorous diamond with an astronomical price tag, but to a crude reality — she was still a stone, a living stone. Nothing else but a stone in an aesthetic sense. ↗

— Ravindra Shukla

#friends #glamour #inspirational #love #money

It’s really kind of… well, beautiful, in a way. Even the monsters, once you get to know ‘em. We’re all beautiful. ↗

— Peter Watts

#monsters #beauty

Adding kidney beans to his cottage cheese and pineapple was an act of bravery Dave had not intended. ↗

— Theric Jepson

#bravery #byu #courage #humor #lds

All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities. ↗

— Spalding Gray

#desire #despair #diary #longing #monologue

You want a piece of all this fabulousness?" He gestured to himself. "Well, my best friend comes along with it. I wouldn't cut you out of my life, Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentine's Day gift." "Gross," said Clary. "Must you?" He grinned. "I must. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #simon-lewis #life

His lips met mine again, this time in a slow, soft caress, conveying everything he had just said in those beautiful words that had reached my very soul. I could have drowned in that kiss. I could have lived there for eternity. It filled me up with everything I needed to survive. He gave me life through his lips and I treasured it. ↗

— Nicola Claire

#kindred-series #lucinda-monk #beauty

There's nothing in the world so demoralizing as money. ↗

— Sophocles

#money

For every(spiritual)community there is an object of discord,tension and diorder(fitnah),and for my community,this object is money ↗

— Anonymous

#beautiful #community #daily-life #depression #discord

...the monk beat me to break my spirit, incensed I knew Acquinas - angry, I knew his riddle - beauty is what is pleasing to the eye - he wasn't... ↗

— John Geddes

#beatings #monk #priest #spirit #beauty

Yes, he liked his face as he saw it there, his mouth quivering around the cigarette between his lips and the apparent ardor of his deep-set eyes. But a man’s beauty represents inner, functional truths: his face shows what he can do. And what is that compared to the magnificent uselessness of a woman’s face? Mersault was aware of this now, delighting in his vanity and smiling at his secret demons. ↗

— Albert Camus

#inner-demons #beauty