#rush

In the creation of comedy, it is paradoxical that tragedy stimulates the spirit of ridicule; because ridicule, I suppose is an attitude of defiance: we must laugh in the face of our helplessness against the forces of nature - or go insane ↗

— Charles Chaplin

#attitude

She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she'd rush away again. ↗

— Glenda Millard

#close-enough #dancing #rush-away #sea #touch

Huge mammals surrounded us, any one of whom could easily overturn our stupid little boat. Tripod would drown. I would drown. Joe would undoubtedly be rescued by mermaids seduced by his beauty. ↗

— Kristan Higgins

#beauty

I had the most beautiful dream, and then I fell asleep in your arms and my dream turned lovelier still. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#crush #dream #enchantment #love-story #richelle

I have an evening dress, pink mull over silk (I'm perfectly beautiful in that), and a blue church dress, and a dinner dress of red veiling with Oriental trimming (makes me look like a Gipsy), and another of rose-coloured challis, and a grey street suit, and an every-day dress for classes. That wouldn't be an awfully big wardrobe for Julia Rutledge Pendleton, perhaps, but for Jerusha Abbott - Oh, my! ↗

— Jean Webster

#jerusha-abbott #shopping #beauty

This put me very close to Jay and it was as uncomfortable as it was mystifying. It was uncomfortable because I still wasn’t sure I liked him all that much. It was mystifying because his intense stares were unlike anything I’d ever experienced; they were hard but soft at the same time, commanding but beautiful. ↗

— Amanda Kelly

#crush #romance #beauty

So Jude was still Jude, I was still me, and we were still us. About the only thing that had changed was our bank account, just like he’d promised. ↗

— Nicole Williams

#jude-ryder #lucy-larson #change

Jude had promised me that the money and the fame wouldn’t change him, and he’d been right. He still swaggered around in his Cons and Levi’s and drank cheap beer, but, most important, he still looked at me like I was his whole world. ↗

— Nicole Williams

#epilogue #jude-ryder #lucy-larson #change

Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#kiss #kisses #kissing #love #relationships

And there stood Basta with his foot already on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#death #dustfinger #death