#sm

He lost the great big outward thing, the good- looking package, and the real parts endured. They shine through like crazy, the brillian mind and humor, the depth of generosity, the intense blue yes, those beautiful hands. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#character #charismatic #inner #looks #mappereance

Why do you want to keep this beauty for yourself? Why don’t you want to share it? The world is made of shared grace and harmony. Look at the sun shining, at the bees flying, the flowers blossoming. What would happen if they were ashamed like you are? No beauty would be revealed. We would live in an eternal shadow of what could exist. ↗

— Aileen Rose

#bdsm-paranormal #romance #shapeshifters #beauty

...evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it... ↗

— John Geddes

#evil #mesmorize #repels #beauty

...don't you realize a flawless profile means nothing when a mere smile drives me to desperation? Don't you covet that power?.. ↗

— John Geddes

#desperation #love #power #smile #beauty

Culture stereotypes women to fit the myth by flattening the feminine into beauty-without-intelligence or intelligence-without-beauty; women are allowed a mind or a body but not both. ↗

— Naomi Wolf

#beauty

Women are mere “beauties” in men’s culture so that culture can be kept male. When women in culture show character, they are not desirable, as opposed to the desirable, artless ingenue. ↗

— Naomi Wolf

#beauty

Your product choices and styling techniques will determine whether you love or hate your hair. ↗

— Nicole Harmon

#cosmetics #beauty

Obsession with sanitation is a concern for sanitariums. A sane consumer makes decisions based on beauty alone, no matter how bad it smells. ↗

— Bauvard

#cleanliness #funny #humor #sanity #smelling

...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful... ↗

— John Geddes

#cigarette #shaft #smoke #sunlight #beauty

First, all I could see was this beautiful face, this beautiful girl's face; like a white, slightly luminous mask, swimming detachedly against enfolding darkness. As if a little private spotlight of its own was trained on it from below. It was so beautiful and so false, and I seemed to know it so well, and my heart was wrung. There was no danger yet, just this separate, shell-like face mask standing out. But there was danger somewhere around, I knew that already; and I knew that I couldn't escape it. I knew that everything [ was about to do, I had to do, I couldn't avoid doing. And yet, oh, I didn't want to do it. I wanted to turn and flee, I wanted to get out of wherever this was. ("Nightmare") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#femme-fatale #nightmare #beauty