#my

It occurred to me, when I was old enough to make rules of my own, that they should be fair and simple. ↗

— Moon Unit Zappa

#fair #i #make #me #my own

The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#attention #beauty #color #compassion #detail

When I was younger, many of my romantic escapades were just a means of simply avoiding being by myself. I was afraid of feeling lonely, afraid I wouldn't know what to say to myself. ↗

— Michael Zaslow

#avoiding #being #feeling #i #just

I'd feed you the cake just to watch your lips wrap around the fork. Then I'd watch your beautiful throat muscles work swallowing the sticky sweetness, fantasizin' about smearin' chocolate frosting down your neck so I could lick it off. Slowly. And when I finished feedin' you, I'd press my mouth to yours for a thorough taste of you and the cake. ↗

— Lorelei James

#beauty

There are more of us than you think. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#interesting #mystry #thoughtful #beauty

Remember that you don't owe anyone an apology. You are who you are, you have no choice, and that is beautiful. ↗

— Emy Storey

#don-t-apologize #emy-storey #lgbt #tegan-and-sara #you-are-who-you-are

I was determined to carve out a music of my own. I didn't want to copy anybody. ↗

— Bill Monroe

#carve #copy #determined #i #music

The truth about an animal is far more exciting and altogether more beautiful than all the myths woven about it. ↗

— Konrad Lorenz

#beauty #myth #truth #beauty

Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood. ↗

— Rudolfo Anaya

#beauty #bless #childhood #llano #me

After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dust and ashes? ↗

— Umberto Eco

#homer #iliad #justification #mythology #passage-of-time