#woo

His plate was full but his fists sat motionless like two dark quartz stones on either side of it. ↗

— Flannery O'Connor

#beautiful #beauty

Felix’s beauty devastates him, annihilates every fiber of his being, and the voices shout in his head, they sing to him until he thinks his head will split. ↗

— T.J. Klune

#tj-klune #beauty

Half the people in Hollywood are dying to be discovered and the other half are afraid they will be. ↗

— Lionel Barrymore

#discovered #dying #half #hollywood #other

A thick sapphire halo encased his startling pale blue iris. When I got closer, I noticed a starburst of aqua around his pupil. It wasn’t the beauty of his odd eyes, exactly, that made my knees nearly buckle. I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My heart danced wildly to his tune. ↗

— Christie Rich

#beauty

She talked thus, bent double, shaken with sobs, blinded by tears, her neck bare, clenching her hands, coughing with a dry and short cough, stammering very feebly with an agonised voice. Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched. At that moment Fantine had again become beautiful. At certain instants she stopped and tenderly kissed the policeman’s coat. She would have softened a heart of granite; but you cannot soften a heart of wood ↗

— Victor Hugo

#heart-of-granite #heart-of-wood #beauty

I was immensely moved by this novel when I read it recently and yet I cannot think of anything to say about it except that it is wonderful. The people are not characters, there is no plot in the usual sense. What can you bring to bear: verisimilitude — to what? You can merely say over and over that it is very good, very beautiful, that when you were reading it you were happy. ↗

— Elizabeth Hardwick

#virginia-woolf #beauty

The change ↗

— Heywood plans

#change

But you… you have no fucking clue how unbelievably beautiful and desirable you are. You’re not calculating and selfish. And you make me want to be better. --Woods ↗

— Abbi Glines

#della-sloane #romance #woods-kerington #beauty

If the Lord hasn't got a boyfriend lined up for me to marry, that's his business. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#humor #love #poisonwood-bible #business

Though Alec had never seen the occupants of the first floor loft, they seemed to be engaged in a tempestuous romance. Once there had been a bunch of someone's belongings strewn all over the landing with a note attached to a jacket lapel addressed to "A lying liar who lies." Right now there was a bouquet of flowers taped to the door with a card tucked among the blooms that read I'M SORRY. That was the thing about New York: you always knew more about your neighbors' business than you wanted to. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#apartment #cassandra-clare #city-of-lost-souls #funny #humor