#lack

I grew so depressed from the lack of support that I considered quitting. No one understood me. ↗

— Shinya Yamanaka

#depressed #grew #i #lack #me

Fear is the lack of faith in one's ability to create powerful solutions. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#courage #faith #fear #hinderances #lack-of-faith

No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don’t you think? The young are eternally desperate,” he said frankly. “And books, they offer hope — that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe one is saved. ↗

— Anne Rice

#aunt #blackwood #book #farm #lestat

His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny. What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious. "Nothing. I just hadn't realised before. Did you know, you're sort of beautiful?" Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way. But Jacob rolled his eyes. "You hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?" "I'm serious." Well, then, thanks. Sort of." I grinned. "You're sort of welcome. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#bella-swan #jacob-black #male-beauty #new-moon #beauty

I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#black #grey #pink #white #beauty

What is it about wearing a tuxedo or that little black dress, that makes us feel confident, beautiful, splendid, even invincible? We put on formal wear and suddenly we become extraordinary. On the days when you feel low and invisible, why not try this on for size: imagine you are wearing a fantastic tailored tuxedo or a stunning formal gown. And then proceed with your day. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#attire #clothing #confidence #formal #formal-gown

Marissa came around the corner, looking Grace Kelly-fine as usual. With her long blond hair and her precision-molded face, she was known as the great beauty of the species, and even V, who didn't go for her type, had to show love. "Hello, boys—" Marissa stopped and stared at Butch. "Good… Lord… look at those pants." Butch winced. "Yeah, I know. They're—" "Could you come over here?" She started backing down the hall to their bedroom. "I need you to come back here for a minute. Or ten." Butch's bonding scent flared to a dull roar, and V knew damn well the guy's body was hardening for sex. "Baby, you can have me for as long as you want me." Just as the cop left the living room, he shot a look over his shoulder. "I'm so feeling these leathers. Tell Fritz I want fifty pairs of them. Stat. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #butch #j-r-ward #lover-unbound #marissa

...I've known damnable beauty - the turgid pull of swirling blackness - but in the end, it's futile - purity alone redeems... ↗

— John Geddes

#blackness #love #purity #redemption #beauty

Black seamen - or "Black Jacks" as African sailors were known - enjoyed a refreshing world of liberty and equality. Even if they were generally regulated to jobs such as cooks, servants, and muscians and endured thier fellow seamen's racism, they were still freemen in the Royal Navy. One famous black sailor wrote, "I liked this little ship very much. I now became the captian's steward, in which I was very happy; for I was extremely well treated by all on board, and I had the leisure to improve myself in reading and writing. ↗

— Tony Williams

#equality #history #racism #royal-navy #sailors

When he turned back toward her, he kissed her deeply. "Don't ever doubt that I love you," he said, cupping her chin in his strong hands. "That will never change." Beck's taught body covered hers, alive and vital, charged with desire. And then they became one. ↗

— Jana Oliver

#first-time #love #lovers #riley-blackthorne #change