#no

Normal is an ideal. But it’s not reality. Reality is brutal, it’s beautiful, it’s every shade between black and white, and it’s magical. Yes, magical. Because every now and then, it turns nothing into something. ↗

— Tara Kelly

#reality #beauty

I think how the world is still somehow beautiful even when I feel no joy at being alive within it. ↗

— Loung Ung

#sad #beauty

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#death #snow #werewolf #winter #beauty

Look, America is no more a democracy than Russia is a Communist state. The governments of the U.S. and Russia are practically the same. There's only a difference of degree. We both have the same basic form of government: economic totalitarianism. In other words, the settlement to all questions, the solutions to all issues are determined not by what will make the people most healthy and happy in the bodies and their minds but by economics. Dollars or rubles. Economy uber alles. Let nothing interfere with economic growth, even though that growth is castrating truth, poisoning beauty, turning a continent into a shit-heap and riving an entire civilization insane. Don't spill the Coca-Cola, boys, and keep those monthly payments coming. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#capitalism #economics #beauty

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#nobility-of-spirit #soulful #beauty

It is hard to begin to move when you don't know where you are moving, how to move, or if you are going to get there. ↗

— Peter Nivio Zarlenga

#get #going #hard #how #know

Great. Another girl with a notebook. ↗

— Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl

#beauty

I'm going to be the next head coach at Notre Dame. ↗

— Dan Devine

#dame #going #head #head coach #i

O how incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. One knew nothing. One lived and ran about the earth and rode through forests, and certain things looked so challenging and promising and nostalgic: a star in the evening, a blue harebell, a reed-green pond, the eye of a person or a cow. And sometimes it seemed that something never seen yet long desired was about to happen, that a veil would drop from it all, but then it passed, nothing happened, the riddle remained unsolved, the secret spell unbroken, and in the end one grew old and looked cunning . . . or wise . . . and still one knew nothing perhaps, was still waiting and listening. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#literature #philosophy #understanding #beauty

Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains ↗

— Kami Garcia

#poetry #beauty