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No one ever seems to wonder what happens if it turns out we hate living on a planet? What if the sky’s too big? What if the air stinks? What if we go hungry?’ ‘And what if the air tastes of honey? What if there’s so much food we all get too fat? What if the sky is so beautiful we don’t get any work done because we’re all looking at it too much?


Patrick Ness


#hope #hopeful #planet #space #space-travel

In a vast space left free between the crowd and the fire, a young girl was dancing. Whether this young girl was a human being, a fairy, or an angel, is what Gringoire, sceptical philosopher and ironical poet that he was, could not decide at the first moment, so fascinated was he by this dazzling vision. She was not tall, though she seemed so, so boldly did her slender form dart about. She was swarthy of complexion, but one divined that, by day, her skin must possess that beautiful golden tone of the Andalusians and the Roman women. Her little foot, too, was Andalusian, for it was both pinched and at ease in its graceful shoe. She danced, she turned, she whirled rapidly about on an old Persian rug, spread negligently under her feet; and each time that her radiant face passed before you, as she whirled, her great black eyes darted a flash of lightning at you. All around her, all glances were riveted, all mouths open; and, in fact, when she danced thus, to the humming of the Basque tambourine, which her two pure, rounded arms raised above her head, slender, frail and vivacious as a wasp, with her corsage of gold without a fold, her variegated gown puffing out, her bare shoulders, her delicate limbs, which her petticoat revealed at times, her black hair, her eyes of flame, she was a supernatural creature.


Victor Hugo


#hunchback-of-notre-dame #beauty

Never let a man put his hands on you without your permission.


Melda Beaty


#notions-of-beauty #supermodels #womens-s-fiction #beauty

His plate was full but his fists sat motionless like two dark quartz stones on either side of it.


Flannery O'Connor


#beautiful #beauty

The trouble is, when you gift a girl with flowers your choice can be construed so many different ways. A man might give you a rose because he feels you are beautiful, or because he fancies their shade or shape or softness similar to your lips. Roses are expensive, and perhaps he wishes to show through a valuable gift that you are valuable to him. When a man gives you a rose what you see may not be what he intends. You may think he sees you as delicate or frail. Perhaps you dislike a suitor who considers you sweet and nothing else. Perhaps the stem is thorn, and you assume he thinks you likely to hurt a hand too quick to touch. But if he trims the thorns you might think he has no liking for a thing that can defend itself with sharpness. There's so many ways a thing can be interpreted.


Patrick Rothfuss


#interpretation #significance #the-ears-of-the-listener #beauty

They were amazing, fierce, beautiful children.


Adam Gidwitz


#courage #strength-of-character #beauty

There is nothing more powerful and nothing more dangerously beautiful than a free mind.


Bryant McGill


#freedom-of-thought #peace #beauty

I realize that I'm generalizing here, but as is often the case when I generalize, I don't care.


Dave Barry


#case #generalize #generalizing #here #i

The water that flows through the canals is both beautiful and deadly. Its tranquil surface belies that toxins beneath-unpleasant to touch, deadly to imbibe.


Fiona Paul


#beauty

I could not bring myself to hang up the phone or even so much as move it from my ear. The chance that I could hear his voice once again was too great a prospect.


Jasmine Dubroff


#beauty-in-itself-part-one #jasmine-dubroff #love #mera #soul-mates






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