#cora

I don't want my daughter to be educated. I think women should just be decorative. ↗

— Richard Brautigan

#decorative #educated #i #i think #just

These rooms are decorated in two days. It's all kept secret. The neighbors spend the night in each other's home. They don't see their finished room until the end of the second day. They have no say what happens in their own home. ↗

— Paige Davis

#days #decorated #each #end #finished

Where utility ends and decoration begins is perfection. ↗

— Jack Gardner

#decoration #perfection #utility #art

Painting is not for me either decorative amusement, or the plastic invention of felt reality; it must be every time: invention, discovery, revelation. ↗

— Max Ernst

#decorative #discovery #either #every #every time

If all I hired were cake decorators, our cakes would just look like cakes that people decorate. We do astounding work at Charm City Cakes and to do that you need people who think in astounding ways. Artists just think in different ways. ↗

— Duff Goldman

#astounding #cake #cakes #charm #city

I decorated my house like a medieval gothic castle, European-style. Chandeliers and red velvet curtains. My bedroom is pink and black, my bathroom is totally Hello Kitty, I have a massive pink couch and a big antique gold cross. ↗

— Avril Lavigne

#bathroom #bedroom #big #black #castle

This is terrific. What a gorgeous kitchen. You’ve decorated it so beautifully. Now you’re going to have to clear all the counters. Vases. Books. Knickknacks. Get rid of all that stuff. I mean, it is just beautiful. Beautiful. I love what you’ve done with this house. Make sure you put it all away.” ~Real estate agent (p.76) ↗

— Dominique Browning

#counter #decorate #house #kitchen #knickknack

Oh my gosh, he smells good, like some exotic but comforting spice, nutmeg or cardamom. Slowly Damian lowers his head to mine and I think my chest might explode, my heart is tap-dancing so quickly. He's going to kiss me. I've imagined this and now it's really happening, I am like a block of wood. I can't move. I can't breathe. I close my eyes as the lightest feather of a breath , then lips, brushing over my lips. His breath is sweet and the taste of coffee barely lingers in his mouth. I feel as though my whole body has turned to liquid, into a river of millions of droplets, rushing apart and then back together. "You have the softest lips," he whispers as he pulls back to look at me. "So do you," I murmur. Oh, was that a stupid thing to say? I turn my face into his jacket and breathe in his scent. ↗

— Lisa Ann Sandell

#damian #feelings #kiss #love #imagination

Were they laughing at me? I forced myself to block them from my mind, to concentrate on the lake, the water. What were they to me? People I met today, that was all. We shared blood. The One who mattered to me still found me worthy, still loved me, whether I knew when to curtsy properly or not. ↗

— Lisa Tawn Bergren

#love

Cat," said Peterkin, turning his head a little on one side, "I love you. ↗

— R.M. Ballantyne

#ballantyne #the-coral-island #love