#rot

Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act. From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars ↗

— Rivera Sun

#courage #inspirational #life #philosophy #protest-novel

Oh, do you understand what I mean? Have you ever felt that about the Moon? Have you ever ached with the sheer beauty of it? ↗

— James Lusarde

#mystery #wonder #yearning #beauty

... I had been brought to boil twice with no pasta. ↗

— Vanessa Estrella

#humor #beauty

Stories are masks of God. That's a story, too, of course. I made it up, in collaborations with Joseph Campbell and Scheherazade, Jesus and the Buddha and the Brother's Grimm. Stories show us how to bear the unbearable, approach the unapproachable, conceive the inconceiveable. Stories provide meaning, texture, layers and layers of truth. Stories can also trivialize. Offered indelicately, taken too literally, stories become reductionist tools, rendering things neat and therefore false. Even as we must revere and cherish the masks we variously create, Campbell reminds us, we must not mistake the masks of God for God. So it seemes to me that one of the most vital things we can teach our children is how to be storytellers. How to tell stories that are rigorously, insistently, beautifully true. And how to believe them. ↗

— Melanie Tem

#buddha #children #god #jesus #joseph-campbell

Hungry for beautiful words, the fox comes rooting around in the hedge, almost too close to the fire. He reads my mind with one glance and is gone. All my poetry is now trotting around the bushes inside him, maybe some day to be partly eaten or left to rot. He understands being alive for as long as he can be, and does not worry about why, or what might happen afterwards. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#death #fire #fox #hunger #hungry

He was just beautiful. She'd never known a man could be beautiful, but he definitely was. ↗

— Emily Jane Trent

#erotic-romance #erotica #love-story #romance-sexy #romances

...he called me whore, slut, bitch…all the beautiful ugly words that secretly thrilled me. ↗

— Sommer Marsden

#beauty

Thirty years ago, there was definitely a huge difference between men and women, and the man wanting to feel like the protector, and not scare the wife. ↗

— Robin Tunney

#between #definitely #difference #feel #huge

The guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood close to her, and though they weren't touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged together. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #butch #j-r-ward #lover-unbound #marissa

Of a slim-waisted deer-swift boy... My tongue remembers and is young. ↗

— Henry M. Christman

#m-m-erotic-romance #male-beauty #beauty