#rid

Divinity for the sake of the simple-minded is beautiful. Those theological assertions you write, say, or live by that you later feel foolish about, it means God still lives in you enough to tell you that they were indeed foolish. By mistakes you know you are alive. ↗

— Criss Jami

#assertions #beautiful #correction #divinity #foolish

Their eyes were dark and hard and glowing, with no fear in them, no kindness and no guilt. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#pride #beauty

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride. ↗

— Angela Carter

#bride #majestic #beauty

He took pride in belonging to the world's most exclusive club: the United States Senate. ↗

— Margaret Truman

#club #exclusive #most #pride #senate

You can spit on a rose, but it's still a rose. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#contempt #mockery #perfection #ridicule #beauty

There's blood pounding through the Duke's head. Knighthood is glory, he's thinking, not just grace in the saddle and at swordplay, but courage enough to give your life to defend what you hold dear. A noble reward, for noble men. A badge of honour. He'd never ennoble a merchant. Even Chaucer, whom he admires, but knows to be a fool on a battlefield. Not Chaucer's fault, that; just his merchant blood. Knighthood's not for the likes of these people; for Madame Perrers' brood. He thought she knew her place. But she's overreached herself; she's as grasping as the rest of them, after all. Do these people think they can buy or steal everything? ↗

— Vanora Bennett

#courage

Some bridges are so beautiful that we wish them to be our own home! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

Her first impression had been that he was ugly— huge and gangly with eerie transparent eyes. But when he’d smiled at her, lights danced across those blue eyes like sparkles on a river, and she’d seen beauty in his unfamiliar features. How could anyone with a smile that warm be evil or untrustworthy? After she got over her initial fear, she even found the man’s size appealing and powerfully masculine. Fireflies flitted and glowed in her stomach whenever their eyes met. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#captive-bride #huiann #beauty

So, really," continued Jacob as if this were perfectly normal to expound on art in these circumstances, "when you think about it, the artists who make people stop and think, who push the form, who make you uncomfortable, who are laughable, well, they're the ones who get remembered." Idly, Jacob dug a hole in the snow with his shovel and then another one next to it. "So why wouldn't you want to join the ranks of the ridiculed? ↗

— Justina Chen

#artists #laughable #memorable-works #pushing-the-limits #ridicule

Every game has its Jacks,' she said, the sadness of it pulling down the elation of sudden understanding. 'The thing that acts as a wild card. It can't be counted on or predicted. A weapon, even. But he's in other places, too, isn't he? And do you know what else a Jack is, Puck?...I do. ↗

— Ruth Frances Long

#jenny #puck #riddles #tricks #wren