#si

«Brixie’s blog was huge. That had to be it. Brixie had a monster fashion blog. All those Los Angeles girls with their feet on the pedals of daddy’s sports car... Speedometers twitched in Milan whenever those girls changed their shoes... And Brixie knew how to make the girls in L.A. change their shoes. Dr. Gustav Y. Svante had warned him about this. This was an Internet thing: “disintermediation.”» ↗

— Bruce Sterling

#disintermediation #fashion-blog #change

My Emma, does not every thing serve to prove more and more the beauty of truth and sincerity in all our dealings with each other? ↗

— Jane Austen

#inter-relationship #sincerity #truth #beauty

She didn't want to go far, just out of the trees so she could see the stars. They always eased her loneliness. She thought of them as beautiful creatures, burning and cold; each solitary, and bleak, and silent like her. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#loneliness #silence #solitary #stars #beauty

Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel. ↗

— Bohumil Hrabal

#blood-vessels #dissolve #infusion #reading #sentences

My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#drama #fifty-shades #fifty-shades-of-grey #inner-goddess #love

Silence made space for other people's words, which was important for those who needed to be listened to. ↗

— Rachel Simon

#listened #listening #love #rachel-simon #silence

You can put the girl in a relationship...," I began, putting my arm around her. "But you can't take the boy-crazy out of the girl," Cassie finished. ↗

— Jocelyn Davies

#a-fractured-light #boy-crazy #cassie #friends #girls

The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain. ↗

— Tabitha Suzuma

#depression #pain #sadness #soul #beauty

Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful but because it is his. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading. "After all," sighed Narcissus the hunchback, "on me it looks good. The contemplation of his reflection does not turn Narcissus into Priapus: the spell in which he is trapped is not a desire for himself but the satisfaction of not desiring the nymphs. "I prefer my pistol to my p…," said Narcissus; "it cannot take aim without my permission" – and took a pot shot at Echo. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#beauty

And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it. ↗

— Paul Harding

#confusion #death #life #souls #tinkers