#beau

The movie I was working on, "Cleopatra", it's about how destructive a force love can be. But maybe that's what every story is about. ↗

— Jess Walter

#beauty

Fate was a reality, but it wasn’t a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we’d fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to me to guarantee our survival of it. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#beautiful #choice #destiny #fate #fiction

The sheath that held her soul had assumed significance - that was all. She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it - then after an eternity pouring it forth in a glance, the fragment of a sentence, to that part of him that cherished all beauty and all illusion. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#gloria-gilbert #lovers #people #radiance #sun

We may say we're looking for love, following dreams, chasing the dollar, but aren't we just looking for a place where we belong? A place where our thoughts, feelings, and fears are understood? - Ridley Jones ↗

— Lisa Unger

#beauty

Still Caine hesitated. A big, warm bed. A beautiful girl to share it with. Food. Water. Everything he needed, just a few miles away on the island. The logical, rational answer was obvious. "Which is why the world stays messed up," Caine said under his breath. "People aren't rational." He took a few deep, steadying breaths, and prepared to die for power. ↗

— Michael Grant

#gone-series #michael-grant #power #beauty

It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#choices #decisions #life-and-living #beauty

The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it..." -Ralph Waldo Emerson ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#landscape #nature #nature-s-beauty #beauty

Our weaknesses may never go away but when we give them to God, His grace will turn them into something beautiful... ↗

— Heather Bixler

#grace #grace-of-god #inspirational-religious #pride #beauty

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush". ↗

— Craig Thompson

#blankets #love #novel #beauty

This is freedom,’ said the instructress, ‘it’s something very wintry, and cannot be borne for long. One must always keep moving, as we are doing here, one must dance in freedom. It is cold and beautiful. Never fall in love with it. That would only make you sad afterwards, for one can only be in the realm of freedom for a moment, no longer. Look how the wonderful track we are floating on is slowly melting away. Now you can watch freedom dying, if you open your eyes… ↗

— Robert Walser

#robert-walser #beauty