#w

In general I strive for greatness and rational achievement, but I admit to you I’ve a terrible fondness for women, a tendency towards drunkenness, and a weakness for the fumes of the poppy—opium and other miserable beauties. ↗

— Roman Payne

#drunkeness #greatness #heroin #opium #poppies

I'm far from perfect- maybe beautifully flawed- but I don't lie ↗

— Jayde Scott

#flaw #lie #beauty

I should say no to prove a point", He said, his eyebrows pulled together. "But I would hate myself later if I said no and you never asked me again" - Travis ↗

— Jamie McGuire

#sweet #travis #beauty

I know I'm a bad bargain. But I'm begging you to have me anyway. Because I want a chance to make you as happy as you make me. I want to build a life with you." He fought to steady his voice. "Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#devotion #hathaways #leo #love #life

Have you noticed that whatever sport you're trying to learn, some earnest person is always telling you to keep your knees bent? ↗

— Dave Barry

#bent #earnest #keep #knees #learn

Our favorite film is Vertigo. Amy Eleni and I must watch it seventeen or eighteen times a year, and with each viewing our raptness grows looser and looser; we don't need the visuals anymore--one or the other of us can go into the kitchen halfway through and call out the dialogue while making up two cups of Horlicks. From the minute you see empty, beautiful, blond Madeleine Elster, you know she is doomed because she exists in a way that Scottie, the male lead, just doesn't. You know that Madeleine is in big trouble, because she's a vast wound in a landscape where wounds aren't allowed to stay open--people have to shut up and heal up. She's in trouble because the film works to a plan that makes trauma speak itself out, speak itself to excess until it dies; this film at the peak of its slyness, when people sweat and lick their lips excessively and pound their chests and grab their hair and twist their heads from side to side, performing this unspeakable torment. ↗

— Helen Oyeyemi

#vertigo #wound #beauty

The world is a much more beautiful and incredible place than you think, and each of us has a great deal of power to make it more so. ↗

— Oie Osterkamp

#world #beauty

The sun hitched up her trousers and soldiered on up into the sky. September squinted at it and wondered if the sun here was different than the sun in Nebraska. It seemed gentler, more golden, deeper. The shadows it cast seemed more profound. But September could not be sure. When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean that it is brighter and lovelier; it just means that sweet, kindly home suffers in comparison to tarted-up foreign places with all their jewels on. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#fairytales #fantasy #beauty

¿Pero cuánto durará esta belleza? A las mujeres nos entristece pensar en eso ↗

— Yasunari Kawabata

#beauty

The Song of the Winged Ones is a song of celebration, written as though the singer were standing on the Dragon Isle watching the dragons flying in the sun. The words are full of wonder at the beauty of the creatures; and there is a curious pause in the middle of one of the stanzas near the end, where the singer waits a full four measures in silence for those who listen to hear the music of distant dragon wings. It seldom fails to bring echoes of something beyond the silence, and is almost never performed because many bards fear it. I love it. ↗

— Elizabeth Kerner

#elizabeth-kerner #lanen #music #song #song-of-the-winged-ones