#p

Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts. ↗

— Chris Lange

#love-story #romance #romantic-suspense #beauty

Edward: It wasn't the worst night of my life. Jake: Did it make the top ten? Edward: Possibly. But, if I had been able to take your place last night, it would not have made the top ten of the best nights of my life. Dream about that. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#dreams

Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that. ↗

— Maggie Nelson

#loneliness #sadness #thought-provoking #beauty

True beauty radiates not from outer cosmetics, but from the simple joy of making a difference for those that need your voice, passion, and time without expecting or wanting anything in return... ↗

— Deborah Barnes

#love #self-esteem #true-beauty #beauty

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#beauty #dejan-stojanovic #gaze #literature #literature-quotes

Is it possible to say "It was a beautiful morning at the end of November" without feeling like Snoopy? ↗

— Umberto Eco

#originality #stereotypes #writing #beauty

He could totally be your boyfriend," [Angel] went on with annoying persistance. "You guys could get married. I could be like a junior bridesmaid. Total could be your flower dog." "I'm only a kid!" I shrieked. "I can't get married!" "You could in New Hampshire." My mouth dropped open. How does she know this stuff? "Forget it! No one's getting married!" I hissed. "Not in New Hampshire or anywhere else! Not in a box, not with a fox! Now go to sleep, before I kill you! ↗

— James Patterson

#fang #humor #love #marriage #max

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring barque, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#poetry #shakespeare #love

Novels institutionalize the ruse of eros. It becomes a narrative texture of sustained incongruence, emotional and cognitive. It permits the reader to stand in triangular relation to the characters in the story and reach into the text after the objects of their desire, sharing their longing but also detached from it, seeing their view of reality but also its mistakenness. It is almost like being in love. ↗

— Anne Carson

#desire #eros #eros-the-bittersweet #literature #novels

But in the end, black can never be white, one plus one must always equal two, and Mara Lynn was a normal little girl. ↗

— Jake Vander Ark

#fantasy #fiction #logic #paranormal-romance #young-love