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Alice watched and listened and focused beyond the words the actress spoke. She saw her eyes become desperate, searching, pleading for truth. She saw them land softly and gratefully on it. Her voice felt at first tentative and scared. Slowly, and without getting louder, it grew more confident and then joyful, playing sometimes like a song. Her eyebrows and shoulders and hands softened and opened, asking for acceptance and offering forgiveness. Her voice and body created an energy that filled Alice and moved her to tears. She squeezed the beautiful baby in her lap and kissed his sweet-smelling head. The actress stopped and came back into herself. She looked at Alice and waited. “Okay, what do you feel?” “I feel love. It’s about love. ↗

— Lisa Genova

#beauty

Having a purpose is the little secret of the nonpretties. Something to do always beats something to look at. ↗

— Adriana Trigiani

#conceit #pretty #self-confidence #self-image #southern-lit

No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening - still all is Beauty! ↗

— John Muir

#beauty

Everything in art depends on execution: the story of a louse can be as beautiful as the story of Alexander. You must write according to your feelings, be sure those feelings are true, and let everything else go hang. When a line is good it ceases to belong to any school. A line of prose must be as immutable as a line of poetry. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#writers #writing #art

no elegimos la verdad, solo nuestra actitud frente a ella. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#beauty

Earlier, watching her apply mascara with ritual concentration, he'd wondered just how beautiful a woman had to be before she believed it. ↗

— Alison Fell

#makeup #beauty

Comfort is beauty muted by heroin. Sadness is beauty drained by lack of it. ↗

— Luke Davies

#comfort #drained #heroin #sadness #beauty

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#prose #snow #beauty

His [Death] voice is cold at first, John. It seems unfeeling. But if you listen without fear, you find that when he speaks, the most ordinary words become poetry. When he stands close to you, your life becomes a song, a praise. When he touches you, your smallest talents become gold; the most ordinary loves break your heart with their beauty. ↗

— Martine Leavitt

#beauty

Dessert without cheese is like a beauty with only one eye ↗

— Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

#dessert #beauty