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Hungry for beautiful words, the fox comes rooting around in the hedge, almost too close to the fire. He reads my mind with one glance and is gone. All my poetry is now trotting around the bushes inside him, maybe some day to be partly eaten or left to rot. He understands being alive for as long as he can be, and does not worry about why, or what might happen afterwards. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#death #fire #fox #hunger #hungry

To watch the dawn emerge from the night undoubtedly gives a heavenly feeling! The fresh sun rays entwine with the dark horizon and peep out of the creek with tranquil grin. ↗

— Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal

#love #nature #beauty

I turn my head a little. The radio's caroling "Tonight," velvety smooth and young and filled with plaintive desire. Maria's song from West Side Story. I remember one beautiful night long ago at the Winter Garden, with a beautiful someone beside me. I tilt my nose and breathe in, and I can still smell her perfume, the ghost of her perfume from long ago. But where is she now, where did she go, and what did I do with her? Our paths ran along so close together they were almost like one, the one they were eventually going to be. Thin fear came along, fear entered into it somehow, and split them wide apart. Fear bred anxiety to justify. Anxiety to justify bred anger. The phone calls that wouldn't be answered, the door rings that wouldn't be opened. Anger bred sudden calamity. Now there aren't two paths anymore; there's only one, only mine. Running downhill into the ground, running downhill into its doom. ("New York Blues") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#relationships #romance #anger

Besides, I like libraries. It makes me feel comfortable and secure to have walls of words, beautiful and wise, all round me. ↗

— Roger Zelazny

#library #words #beauty

Haven't we all, as time continues, found that we must be kind to ourselves and listen to our thoughts, because fewer and fewer of those remain who know what is most real to us? ↗

— Lan Samantha Chang

#change

A king, realizing his incompetence, can either delegate or abdicate his duties. A father can do neither. If only sons could see the paradox, they would understand the dilemma. ↗

— Marlene Dietrich

#could #delegate #dilemma #duties #either

She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself. ↗

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

#books #invention #stories #things #beauty

I hope you will grow up gentle and good, and never learn bad ways; do your work with a good will, lift your feet up well when you trot, and never bite or kick even in play. ↗

— Anna Sewell

#goodness #kindness #beauty

The physical union of a man and a woman, in essence, is a supernatural act, a reminiscence of paradise, the most beautiful of all the hymns of praise dedicated to the Creator by the creature; it is the alpha and the omega of all creation. ↗

— Samael Aun Weor

#sexuality #tantra #beauty

What does the novel do? It tells beautiful, shapely lies which enclose hard, exact truths. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#beauty