#ok

The books weren't exactly Linnet's general reading fare, but a desperate woman will read anything. ↗

— Eloisa James

#reading #beauty

We are beautiful because we are sons and daughters of God, not because we look a certain way. ↗

— Kate Wicker

#eating-disorder #god #longing #looks #perfection

As I walked inside, she turned around and headed for the end of the bed. Then she paused and turned to face me. She was wearing her Orchard Hill basketball T-shirt and sweatpants and she looked tired, but beautiful. ↗

— Kieran Scott

#couples #relationships #beauty

To my mind there is nothing so beautiful or so provocative as a secondhand book store...To me it is astonishing and miraculous to think that any one of us can poke among the stalls for something to read overnight--and that this something may be the sum of a lifetime of sweat, tears, and genius that some poor, struggling, blessed fellow expended trying to teach us the truth. ↗

— Lionel Barrymore

#bookstores #wisdom #beauty

She was intelligent, accomplished, beautiful. She was everything I could have asked for in a woman. But she was a king maker. She wanted power. She must have thought her only path to the throne was through Kastor.' 'My honourable barbarian. I wouldn't have picked that as your type.' 'Type?' 'A pretty face, a devious mind and a ruthless nature. ↗

— S.U. Pacat

#damen #jokaste #laurent #beauty

It was somehow degrading, craving someone so... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#beauty

Please, no matter how we advance in technology please don't abandon the book-there is nothing in our material world more beautiful than a book. ↗

— Patti Smith

#beauty

The gods weave misfortunes for men, so that the generations to come will have something to sing about.” Mallarmé repeats, less beautifully, what Homer said; “tout aboutit en un livre,” everything ends up in a book. The Greeks speak of generations that will sing; Mallarmé speaks of an object, of a thing among things, a book. But the idea is the same; the idea that we are made for art, we are made for memory, we are made for poetry, or perhaps we are made for oblivion. But something remains, and that something is history or poetry, which are not essentially different. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#borges #gods #homer #mallarmé #memory

I told her I loved the howling sound of her harmonica. That seemed to be the limit of my courage that night, and even those spoken words had to struggle their way out of my mouth. It's all very well for words to build bridges, but sometimes I think it's a matter of knowing when to do it. Knowing when the time's right. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#courage #knowing-when-the-time-is-right #limit #mouth #spoken-words

Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn't fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer. ↗

— Betty Smith

#opening-lines #beauty