#carl

She felt just like that girl in that book with the letter A on her chest. Only her A signified Alone. She was an outcast, cast out by her own choices, an outsider with a pretty face. Like a rose, she may have been beautiful to look at, but almost everyone only knew the thorny side. ↗

— Victoria Kahler

#loneliness #outcast #scarlet-letter #beauty

Such beautiful scarlet hair....Why don't we call you 'Erza Scarlet'? It's the color of your hair, that way, I won't forget it!" -Jellal Fernandes ↗

— Hiro Mashima

#fairy-tail #jellal #beauty

The lady was old, the lady was ill. It didn't matter what the lady believed. ↗

— Zadie Smith

#beauty

The fourth elf was younger than the others. This showed in the perfection of her skin, the agility and speed of her movements, and in the brightness of her dress. Her long silk garment was yellow and gold and green, and she wore a blue silk choker with a trailing silver scarf at her neck matching another at her waist. There was fire in her dark eyes which added to her overpowering beauty. ↗

— Ian Livingstone

#dahlver #elves #fantasy #ian-livingstone #zagor

I'm going to enjoy this.” “What?” I asked. “Hell? ↗

— J.X. Burros

#profanity #scarlet-spotlight #vampire #death

My work as a Meridian Psychotherapist and Clinical Hypnotherapist has taught me that people often feel guilty about the way they feel or think and many do not realise that seasonal changes can have a profound effect on the psyche. ↗

— Carole Carlton

#meridian-psychotherapist #moon-magic #mrs-darley #mrs-darley-s-pagan-whispers #mrs-darley-series-of-books

She didn't say anything—at least, not with her mouth. Her eyes told me a different story. The only problem was that they each had a thousand tongues talking, each in a language I didn't speak. ↗

— J.X. Burros

#eyes #scarlet-spotlight #communication

Death is not a tragedy to the one who dies; to have wasted the life before that death, that is the tragedy. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#death-and-dying #life-and-living #sister-carlotta #death

As he walked out into the North Carolina sunshine, Lola's hand in his, a smile curved one corner of his lips. Not so long ago, he'd stood on the burned-out bridge of the Dora Mae, thinking himself cursed with a beautiful underwear model and her sissy little dog. He'd always believed Lola Carlyle would be the death of him. "We never did get around to watching Pride and Prejudice," she said, a teasing glint in her beautiful eyes. Yeah, she would most definitely be the death of him, but what a way to go. ↗

— Rachel Gibson

#max-zamora #beauty

Mrs Darley, I noticed, always had her corn dolly amidst an arrangement of cornflowers and poppies (albeit they were artificial!). The corn, I was to later understand, represented the God, the red poppies his sacrificial blood and the blue cornflowers his death and this is something I still adhere to today. ↗

— Carole Carlton

#carole-carlton #corn-doll #corn-dolls #corn-dolly #cornflower