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Be grateful. You only have this one life and it will be as beautiful as you make it
— Independentzen
My breath catches in my throat as a chill makes me shiver, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. My eyes latch on to his, pleading with him to kiss me.
— Heather M. Orgeron, Boomerangers
When we look and feel happy, it’s beautiful and more attractive than anything we could possibly imagine.
— Ron Baratono, The Writings of Ron Baratono
They want me. I want them. I want this place. I want everything to be simple and beautiful and warm.
— Jackson Pearce, Cold Spell
You are all kinds of beautiful and I love you like crazy.
— Scott Stabile
I will forever remind you that you are gifted, strong and beautiful, exactly as you are. Will you forever remind yourself, too?
— Scott Stabile
God gave you them shoes to fit you, so put them on and wear them. Be yourself man, be proud of who you are. Even if it sounds corny, don’t let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful.
— Eminem
I want to see you happy. I want you to live in the moment and smile spontaneously. Your entire face lights up. It’s beautiful.
— Kerry Lonsdale, Everything We Keep
Took long enough,” she called out, not wanting to admit how the sight of him made her throat hitch, how the man was so gorgeous she lost her mind. “I thought you drowned in the mirror from staring into your reflection too long.
— Katherine McIntyre, Forged Alliances
That reminds me of when you used to call and see us before Christmas, the year before last. Somehow–somehow life was all dark and secret and beautiful then.
— Winston Graham, The Four Swans
Happiness makes people beautiful
— Beth Fantaskey, The Wedding of Antanasia Jessica Packwood and Lucius Valeriu Vladescu
If you are smart, you will be attracted towards beautiful.If you are beautiful, well, then, you'll assume you are smart & you will be attracted towards beautiful.
— Bhavik Sarkhedi, The Weak Point Dealer
And perhaps that in itself was the great secret---not just for legacy, but also for life. You could carry a story inside you and hold it up to the light when you needed it the most. You could peer through it, like a frame, and see how it changed your view when you looked out onto the world.
— Roshani Chokshi, A Crown of Wishes
So many lights you’d think we were living in a constellation
— Jodi Lynn Anderson, Midnight at the Electric
The Son of God perishes that we may not perish.He rises that we may rise.That is how much he loves us.He calls us to lay down our burdens at his cross.To rise up and follow him into the beautiful horizon of his new creation.Behold he makes all things new.
— David  Holdsworth
New York was always so beautiful in the very crux of parting with it.
— Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora
We almost bumped into each other. But your eyes were down so you didn't know it was me. And together we said it. "I'm sorry."Then you looked up. You saw me. And there, in your eyes, what was it? Sadness? Pain? You moved around and tried pushing your hair away from your face. Your fingernails were painted dark blue. I watched you walk down the long stretch of hallway. I stood there and watched you disappear. Forever.
— Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why
You're not beautiful, you're breathtaking.
— JK Zany
An hour in her presence, and he was ready to hit his knees, submit to her every whim.
— Kelly Moran, Redemption
One of the greatest lies ever told to women is that it is only when they make up that they become beautiful
— Topsy Gift
Fall in love with a weird one - someone not quite right in the head - life is far more interesting when love is odd
— Topher Kearby
One interesting thing is the idea that people have of a kind of science of Aesthetics. I would almost like to talk of what could be meant by Aesthetics.You might think Aesthetics is a science telling us what's beautiful - almost too ridiculous for words. I suppose it ought to include also what sort of coffee tastes well. I see roughly this - there is a realm of utterance of delight, when you taste pleasant food or smell a pleasant smell, etc., then there is a realm of Art which is quite different, though often you may make the same face when you hear a piece of music as when you taste good food. (Though you may cry at something you like very much.)Supposing you meet someone in the street and he tells you he has lost his greatest friend, in a voice extremely expressive of his emotion. You might say: 'It was extraordinarily beautiful, the way he expressed himself.' Supposing you then asked: 'What similarity has my admiring this person with my eating vanilla ice and like it?' To compare them seems almost disgusting. (But you can connect them by intermediate cases.) Suppose someone says 'But this is a quite different kind of delight.' But did you learn two meanings of 'delight'? You use the same word on both occasions. There is some connection between these delights. Although in the first case the emotion of delight would in our judgement hardly count.
— Ludwig Wittgenstein, Lectures and Conversations on Aesthetics, Psychology and Religious Belief
(And also like Satan, I'm a beautiful loser.)
— Benjamin Hale, The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore
On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It’s hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it’s beautiful.
— Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places
Honestly Feb! Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror lately? You will see a drop dead sumptuous vixen staring back at you. No excuses! Tomorrow, we are taking you shopping for some sexy outfits (Holly O'Malley talking to her cousin)
— Clotilde Martinez, Moura Enchanted
She fell into his arms like the rainfall over an ocean.
— Akshay Vasu
Speaking with her always felt like sitting on a seashore. Hearing the waves and feeling them crashing into my feet, While gazing the setting sun and the way he colours the whole sky. I never got tired of it.
— Akshay Vasu
She stretched her hands towards the sky. To grab all the stars, to hold the moon, to take away everything that the sky had. So that the sky could finally understand, how it feels to lose everything that makes it beautiful.
— Akshay Vasu
My Universe, crashing into yours, was the most beautiful accident this creation had ever witnessed.
— Akshay Vasu
I feel naturally florid when I look up again. I look like a flourish. I look the way the word galore feels. I feel uncultivated beautiful, like pure, organic allure.
— Sarah Elizabeth, Delinquents
Stay beautiful, stay positive, and remember that you matter in this world.
— LifeOfGrace
We need to be patient to wait for the beautiful beginning of a new day
— Sunday Adelaja
I was jarred - a little spooked as well - at so blatant a reference to something referred to, by mutual agreement, almost exclusively with codes, catchwords, a hundred different euphemisms."It was the most important night of my life," he said calmly. "It enabled me to do what I've always wanted most.""Which is?""To live without thinking.
— Donna Tartt, The Secret History
It is a dangerous thing to unbelieve something only because it frightens you.
— Marissa Meyer, Heartless
She was an ocean, confined in a coffee mug. And she had the galaxies, confined in her pretty eyes.
— Akshay Vasu
Then as for those who gaze upon many beautiful things but don't see the beautiful itself, and aren't even capable of following someone else who leads them to it, and upon many just things but not the just itself, and all the things like that, we'll claim that they accept the seeming of everything but discern nothing of what they have opinions about.
— Plato, The Republic
He sat there looking at her smiling and laughing, watching her hair fall over her eyes and she setting it back behind her ear. He turned away bowed his head down and smiled himself looking back at the sky.
— -Akshay Vasu
God's blessings, however, aren't always bigger, better, and beautiful. In fact, I truly believe that God gifts His chosen leaders with a very unusual blessing. You might even call it a weird blessing because most of the time we call it...a burden.
— Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
You’re beautiful, too. I mean, you’re hot,” I blurted out. “But I always knew you would be.” My eyes widened as I realized what just streamed out of my mouth, and his grin turned into a smile. “Oh my God, I did not just say...any of that out loud.”“You did.”“Ugh.”Tipping his head back, he laughed deeply. And he laughed like he had in those rare instances when something truly amused him. He did so with a freedom I’d envied.I started to place my hands over my flaming face, but he caught my wrists, holding them between us. His eyes were lighter, dancing. “I can pretend you didn’t say that if that makes you feel better,” he suggested.Oh yes, that would be fabulous. I nodded.“I won’t forget it, though.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever
Can I tell you something?”“Yeah.” I wished I could tell him it was okay to keep touching my face, but that would probably be weird. Totally sounded weird in my head. And would be really inappropriate. Totally inappropriate.His lashes lowered and the lopsided grin appeared. “I always knew you’d be beautiful one day.”My breath hitched as I sat straighter. What was left of the pizza, just the crust, was totally forgotten. My ears had to be smoking crack or something.A flush swept across his cheeks as one side of his lips kicked up. “I just never thought I’d get to see how beautiful you’d become.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever
Hell...” His voice was thick, rough. “Mallory, you’re...”“What?” I whispered, feeling my body burn for two very different reasons.“You’re beautiful.” His gaze dipped, tracking the lacy edges of the bra. “Never thought I’d see you like this. So freaking glad I have. You’re so beautiful, Mallory.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever
When you look at a piece of delicately spun glass you think of two things: how beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.
— Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie
I finally believed it was actually a beautiful thing to be unique and to be different.
— Joanna Gaines, The Magnolia Story
Looking at her always reminded me of a rose that was dripping blood. I always felt it was drawing all the life from inside. Just to look beautiful on the outside.
— Akshay Vasu
You’re beautiful. You walk wonderfully and if I were here and saw you now for the first time I’d be in love with you. If I saw you for the first time everything would turn over inside of me and I’d ache right through my chest.
— Ernest Hemingway
Theory is relevant to you because it shows you a new, simpler, and more elegant side of computers, which we normally consider to be complicated machines. The best computer designs and applications are conceived with elegance in mind. A theoretical course can heighten your aesthetic sense and help you build more beautiful systems.
— Michael Sipser, Introduction to the Theory of Computation
His face was glistening with cold. He was beautiful, the snow in his eyelashes like diamonds, the cool pink of his cheeks, the wet red of his lips. He was staggering toward her."I have to leave you." His breath came in uneven bursts. "You won't be safe with me."Whatever he was, he could not be bad. An amazing and terrible thought entered Valerie's mind, clearing away all others."Peter..."She stepped toward him, arms out. They gave in to each other, finally, their bodies fitting together. Her fingers warmed his cheek, and his arms slipped underneath her crimson cloak as her long blond hair blew around them. Enveloped in a shelter of white, standing out in black and red, were just the two of them. Nothing else anywhere. Valerie knew that she could never be apart from him, that she was what he was and that she would be his always.She didn't care if he was the Wolf or not. And if he was a Wolf, then she would be one, too.She made he choice and brought her lips to his.
— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood
You’re beautiful and wild and kind, and I can’t stop thinking about you.” A sunny, foolish smile breaks across his face. “It’s wrong and stupid and wonderful, Zahra. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but here I am. I love you.
— Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish
Here's the beautiful lady with the beer.
— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
Regardless of your lot in life, build something beautiful on it.
— Zig Ziglar
I do, and the now-familiar warmth of his lips steadies me. He tastes of salt and the wine we shared with the others at our small farewell party.Aladdin pulls away first and lifts one of my hands to his lips, kissing the delicate henna patterns on my skin, then turning my arm over to kiss the inside of my wrist. The ship’s crew makes themselves busy on the other side of the ship, giving us privacy.“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” Aladdin murmurs. “Have I ever told you that?”“Enough to make me wonder if your father was a parrot.
— Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish
And,” I continued, “I’m probably going to be a bitch most of the time. I guarantee I’ll find a reason to yell at you almost every day, and don’t be surprised if a few drinks get dumped on you from time to time. That’s just me, and you’re going to have to deal with it. Because I’m not changing for you or anyone else. And I-”Wesley slid off his bar stool and pressed his lips against mine before the words could get out. My heart pounded as every thought vacated my mind. One of his arms encircled my waist, pulling me as close to him as possible, and his free hand cupped my face, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. He kissed me so passionately I thought we would catch on fire.It wasn’t until after he pulled away, both of us in need of some air, that I could think straight again.“You jerk!” I yelled, pushing him away from me. “Kissing me to make me shut up? God, you’re so obnoxious. I could just throw something at you right now.”Wesley hopped onto his bar stool with a big grin, and I suddenly remembered him telling me that I was sexy when I was mad at him. Go figure. “Excuse me, Joe,” he called to the bartender. “I think Bianca wants a Cherry Coke.”Despite my best efforts, I smiled. He wasn’t perfect, or even remotely close, for that matter, but, hey, neither was I. We were both pretty fucked up. Somehow, though, that made everything more exciting. Yeah, it was sick and twisted, but that’s reality, right? Escape is impossible, so why not embrace it?Wesley took my hand and laced his fingers with mine. “You look beautiful tonight, Bianca.
— Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
It was a clear, black morning, encrusted with stars.
— Donna Tartt, The Secret History
A long time ago in a kingdom by the sea there lived a princess as tall and bright as a sunflower.
— Jeanne Desy, The Princess Who Stood on Her Own Two Feet
I felt a warm hand touch my forehead. And then my cheek. I held my act steady though Akinli’s touch made me feel more than awake.“Where in the world did you come from, you beautiful, silent girl?” he whispered.
— Kiera Cass, The Siren
Maybe, someday we all will come out of those beautiful and warm shelters we have built around us and open our arms to the storms, smiling at them. Maybe, we all will finally let them take us all and throw in the middle of nowhere. Where nobody knows each other anymore, and we are all strangers again.
— Akshay Vasu
Everyone in your life is in your life for a reason, it's finding those reasons that make life beautiful.
— Christine Marie Bryant
Nothing has changed, except everything.
— David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
I miss you a lot. But what I miss even more is the person I become when I am with you. She is beautiful.
— Sabine Shah
A thought that is almost beautiful – a thought that you speak not, but that you cherish within you at this moment, will irradiate you as though you were a transparent vase.
— Maurice Maeterlinck, The Treasure of the humble
Her voice was a hushed whisper against my ear. An audible smile.
— Richard E. Gropp, Bad Glass
Nessa had never really felt truly beautiful before, but tonight she not only understood that she was beautiful, she understood that everyone was. That for all the competition and fear and knowing that the next runner was coming up behind you, she had been missing out on how beautiful life could be. She should have been watching and appreciating others instead of waiting inside herself for the right time to shine. The time was now.
— C.D. Bell, Weregirl
To the one in the skies, this city must look like a scintillating pattern of speckled glows in all directions, like a firecracker going off amid thick darkness. Right now the urban pattern glowing here is in hues of orange, ginger, and ochre. It is a configuration of sparkles, each dot a light lit by someone awake at this hour. From where the Celestial Gaze is situated, from that high above, all these sporadically lit bulbs must seem in perfect harmony, constantly flickering, as if coding a cryptic message to God.
— Elif Shafak, The Bastard of Istanbul
Tell Khan Drogo that he has given me the wind.
— George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
Some kids are black, or brown - some kids are red, and others white.Kids come in all different colors, shapes and styles - beautiful and bright!
— Christina Engela, Other Kids Are Kids Almost Just Like You
There's nothing giggly about Heather usually. She's the opposite
—  hanging out with her is like sitting in an empty church. That's why I like her. She's quiet and serious and a thousand years old and seems like she can talk to the wind.
Alone at home,Washing dishes while thinking about her thatHow beautiful it would’ve been if she was here.
— Ahmed Ali Anjum
To think I actually talked to the boy who nearly got you killed," Ivy mutters, shuddering with disgust. "I'm so sorry I did.""It's okay. You didn't know," I reassure her as we take a seat on some pool chairs."But you told me before what his appearance was. I should have recognized him!""It's fine, Ivy. Even if you did your best to avoid him, he would've found way to hit on you eventually."Ivy wrinkles her nose at the unfamiliar language. " 'Hit on'? What does that mean?""Flirting. Or, for Dunstan, more like a procedure. He's been hitting on any pretty girl he sees ever since he and Melanie broke up. I don't know if he's doing this to make her jealous or what, but it's really annoying."I look back up to see Ivy go rigid. For some reason she looks classically surprised; her hand is over her mouth, and the rosy blush is back with a vengeance,"Ivy? You okay?"Ivy removes her hand, muttering something so quietly I can't hear it."Sorry?""You called me pretty." The moment those words are said, Ivy stares down at her feet as her face gets brighter."Well, yeah," I murmur, my face hot. "You really are beautiful tonight, Ivy.
— Colleen Boyd, Swamp Angel
Maybe life should be about more than just surviving.
— Commander Leksa
Religion is more beautiful when it brings out the goodness in a person.
— Gugu Mona
She was the sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day and her secrets were dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one had ever come across.
— Akshay Vasu
Take a deep breath right now…Look at the sky; it's a beautiful night, isn't it?
— Eyden I., Woman's Book: Only For Men
No matter how much the woman is beautiful, she will lose her womanhood if she is dumb, arrogant or liar.
— Eyden I., Woman's Book: Only For Men
It was Christmas night in the Castle of the Forest Sauvage, and all around length. It hung on the boughs of the forest trees in rounded lumps, even better than apple-blossom, and occasionally slid off the roofs of the village when it saw the chance of falling on some amusing character and giving pleasure to all. The boys made snowballs with it, but never put stones in them to hurt each other, and the dogs, when they were taken out to scombre, bit it and rolled in it, and looked surprised but delighted when they vanished into the bigger drifts. There was skating on the moat, which roared with the gliding bones which they used for skates, while hot chestnuts and spiced mead were served on the bank to all and sundry. The owls hooted. The cooks put out plenty of crumbs for the small birds. The villagers brought out their red mufflers. Sir Ector’s face shone redder even than these. And reddest of all shone the cottage fires down the main street of an evening,
— T.H. White, The Once and Future King
If two people said the same thing but only one of them said it beautifully, then only that one will conquer both the hearts and the minds of the people!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
But beautiful girl above all beautiful girls,' he wrote back, 'This is my home.
— Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
Woman will always continue to be a cute riddle or a beautiful puzzle, in the meantime man believes that he solves it.
— Eyden I., Woman's Book: Only For Men
Every beautiful street is a port of happiness!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Life is a beautiful bitch,but appreciate her,because some didn't even get the chance to get to know her.
— Daytona Louise Sayers
To look beautiful and innocent all the time, keep your heart beautiful and innocent all the time!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Whatever you are physically ... male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy -- all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside." - Jem Carstairs, Clockwork Angel
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
Some of us wear our hearts. Some of us carry them.
— Stephanie Perkins, Summer Days and Summer Nights: Twelve Love Stories
In an instant, everything in the room came alive. Like the sunshine had a melody and the sounds of footsteps had a texture I could feel in my fingertips each time anyone moved
— Kiera Cass, The Crown
Beautiful, enticing, forbidden fruit will be offered to you when your "hunger" is greatest. If you are foolish enough to reach for it, your fingers will sink into the rotten mush on the back side. That's the way sin operates in our lives. It promises everything. It delivers nothing but disgust and heartache.
— James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge: A Young Adult's Guide to a Meaningful Future
HE LIKED TO COOK AND LAUGH AND SING, COULD START A FIRE WITH HIS HANDS, FIX THINGS THAT WERE BROKEN, AND EXPLAIN HOW TO LAUNCH THINGS INTO SPACE, BUT HE DIED WITHIN NINE MONTHS
— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
Love is beautiful, yet the worst of crimes are committed in the name of love. So when someone claims to love you, you should question their intent.
— Gugu Mona
I’ll make a beautiful corpse.
— Will Hobbs, River Thunder
Don’t.” His voice was harsh. “Don’t do that.” She exhaled.“You’re lovely. Lovelier than before.
— Elizabeth Noble, When You Were Mine
I wish I had done everything on earth with you
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
There's nothing more beautiful than watching trees getting dressed up for Spring and Summer
— Charmaine J. Forde
Despite her fears she found,The secret to an outstanding life,Is risking the fall,For the possibility of flight.
— Kyra Jackson
He looked different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight.
— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
Sometimes things are most beautiful when they're coming to an end.
— Kyra Jackson
Jemima was not pretty, the flatness and shortness of her face made her almost plain; yet most people looked twice at her expressive countenance, at the eyes which flamed or melted at every trifle, at the rich colour which came at every expressed emotion into her usually sallow face, at the faultless teeth which made her smile like a sunbeam.
— Elizabeth Gaskell, Ruth
Just a drop in the ocean," you say,And that may be true,But the ocean wouldn't be as full,If it weren't for you.
— Kyra Jackson
The key to your happiness,Depends on what's in focus.
— Kyra Jackson
She taught me that the nighttime,Is when the stars tend to thrive.
— Kyra Jackson
If chaos is a masterpiece,Then you should see my heart.If battle scars are beautiful,Then I'm a work of art.
— Kyra Jackson
Some books are so beautiful and intriguing that you never want to put them down, forever leaving you in anticipation to read the next page.Some people are the same way.
— Katie Douglas
Just as some books are so beautiful and intriguing that you never want to put them down, forever eager of what lies beyond the scope of a single page, so you never cease to intrigue me, leaving me in constant yearning of all that resides within you.
— Katie Douglas
She stampeed. “I am making him run late.”She gave a resolution of exact 60 seconds to herself to see if she can find her diamond necklace or else she would attend the party with out it.She suddenly turned, as if her memory shouted out loud- Its on the chest right there!To her bewilderment, he was standing just a few inches away holding a big mirror in hand.That perplexed her. Not Adam. Not even the fact that her neck was already hosting the necklace.But seeing herself that way, her very own self. As if, she was unapprehended she existed.Adam was expecting a smile on her face, and that she would touch the necklace and say- “Oh my foolish self” but she touched her face and said- “Oh my self...”That was foolish!
— Jasleen Kaur Gumber
Mammy was soon asleep, leaving Laila with dueling emotions: reassured that Mammy meant to live on, stung that she was not the reason. She would never leave her mark on Mammy's heart the way her brothers had, because Mammy's heart was like a pallid beach where Laila's footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed.
— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
He holds Willem so close that he can feel muscles from his back to his fingertips come alive, so close that he can feel Willem's heart beating against his, can feel his rib cage against his, and his stomach deflating and inflating with air. 'Harder,' Willem tells him, and he does until his arms grow first fatigued and then numb, until his body is sagging with tiredness, until he feels that he really is falling: first through the mattress, and then the bed frame, and then the floor itself, until he is sinking in slow motion through all the floors of the building, which yield and swallow him like jelly. Down he goes through the fifth floor, where Richard's family is now storing stacks of Moroccan tiles, down through the fourth floor, which is empty, down through Richard and India's apartment, and Richard's studio, and then to the ground floor, and into the pool, and then down and down, farther and farther, past the subway tunnels, past bedrock and silt, through underground lakes and oceans of oil, through layers of fossil and shale, until he is drifting into the fire at the earth's core. And the entire time, Willem is wrapped around him, and as they enter the fire, they aren't burned but melted into one being, their legs and chests and arms and heads fusing into one.
— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
Thomas make it easy to cave to temptation with his golden - blond hair, muscle from head to toe and sexy brooding expression a few girls have written about in poems.
— Katie McGarry, Walk the Edge
I don't love you just because you have a beautiful face
—  I love you more because your heart is adorable
our earth is the most beautiful mother :)
— shivangi lavaniya
Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the mountains. Near are lakes. Round their shores file shadows black of cedargroves. Aroma rises, a strong hair growth of resin. It burns, the orient, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the bronze flight of eagles. Under it lies the womancity, nude, white, still, cool, in luxury. A fountain murmurs among damask roses. Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet wine grapes. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring.
— James Joyce
Some moments will forever stick with you. It might be the first moment you notice a cute little boy in his Spiderman costume, it might be the moment that very boy kisses you for the first time under the stars, it might even be the moment he tells you he loves you, holding you close. Or it might be this very moment. The moment he asks you to marry him and be his forever.
— Jade Whitfield
He didn't really care if they felt that way or not: he just needed them to say it, he needed to feel that something lay beneath their imperturbable calm, that somewhere within them ran a thin stream of quick, cool water, teeming with delicate lives, minnows and grasses and tiny white flowers, all tender and easily wounded and so vulnerable you couldn't see them without aching for them.
— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
lights twinkled in little casements; which lights, as the casements darkened, and more stars came out, seemed to have shot up into the sky instead of having been extinguished
— Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
She did look beautiful, holding the baby. She had managed to look beautiful holding a sick bucket. She was beautiful, in a way that had nothing to do with a perfect smile, or large breasts, or gorgeous hair, and had everything to do with her.Although the boobs and hair were a nice perk.She looked over at him, smiled that perfect smile, and for a moment he couldn’t fucking breathe.
— Lucy Parker
- 'I've never had a thing for homicidal charmers before.'- 'But now you do?'- 'Apparently.' -I muttered, knowing he could feel my raicing heartbeat under his chest.- 'Well, if it helps, I've never had a thing for beautiful, deceptively brave, innocent charmers before.'- 'And now you do?'His grin widened, taking on a wolfish look.- 'Definitely
— Emma Winters, Equal Parts
It's beautiful when you realise how kind, tender, warm and big-hearted a person is that has suffered too much for their own good.
— Diana Jaber
The more often we see the things around us - even the beautiful and wonderful things - the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds - even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.
— Joseph B. Wirthlin
Raphael met Michaela's gaze. "If you could kill every single beautiful woman in the world, would you?"Her smile never faded. "In an instant.
— Nalini Singh, Archangel's Kiss
Don't choose someone who's beautiful to the world. Choose someone who makes your world beautiful.
— Harry Styles
Life at best is bittersweet.
— Jack Kirby
her smile was as beautiful as the only star in a dark night...
— shivangi lavaniya
a girl should be a butterfly, beautiful,delicate, but hard to catch
— my friend
Five words that were the hardest words I would ever have to say,Five pillars of my faith that couldn't save him that day.Five rivers, the Panj Aab, that didn't flow through his veins.Five minutes that changed our world forever.
— Ruth Ahmed, When Ali Met Honour
You're not horrible, Kelsey. You are vibrant and beautiful, and you burn. Burn so vividly. Fires can damage, but they're also beautiful and vital and they can purify and give the chance for a fresh start. You're not horrible. Not at all.
— Cora Carmack, Finding It
His smile is too beautiful for this world, and I am dying of love.
— Ann Aguirre, The Queen of Bright and Shiny Things
The most beautiful soul is the soul in love!
— Lailah Gifty Akita
In a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and where doves and linnets flew among the immense pines, lay a cave, half, hidden by the crag above and the stiff heavy leaves that clustered below.The woods were full of sound: the stream between the rocks, the wind among the needles of the pine branches, the chitter of insects and the cries of small arboreal mammals, as well as the birdsong; and from time to time a stronger gust of wind would make one of the branches of a cedar or a fir move against another and groan like a cello.It was a place of brilliant sunlight, never undappled. Shafts of lemon-gold brilliance lanced down to the forest floor between bars and pools of brown-green shade; and the light was never still, never constant, because drifting mist would often float among the treetops, filtering all the sunlight to a pearly sheen and brushing every pine cone with moisture that glistened when the mist lifted. Sometimes the wetness in the clouds condensed into tiny drops half mist and half rain, which floated downward rather than fell, making a soft rustling patter among the millions of needles.There was a narrow path beside the stream, which led from a village-little more than a cluster of herdsmen's dwellings - at the foot of the valley to a half-ruined shrine near the glacier at its head, a place where faded silken flags streamed out in the Perpetual winds from the high mountains, and offerings of barley cakes and dried tea were placed by pious villagers. An odd effect of the light, the ice, and the vapor enveloped the head of the valley in perpetual rainbows.
— Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass
But even the most bitter fruit can contain something sweet at its core. A taste you would never have encountered if you had not been willing to endure the bitter first.
— Cameron Dokey, Winter's Child:  A Retelling of The Snow Queen
Those who are truly beautiful go out of their way to make life beautiful for others.
— Elle Sommer
I'll never miss a chance to remind you of what a brat you were. A gloriously beautiful and very spoiled brat. I was utterly charmed by your complete self-absorption. It was rather like courting a cat.
— Robin Hobb, City of Dragons
While progressing in this way, with a dirty street ahead of him and a clean one behind, he often had grand ideas. They were ideas that couldn't easily be put into words, though - ideas as hard to define as a half-remembered scent or a colour seen in a dream.
— Michael Ende, Momo
Even so, [... in the silence after a winter storm has ceased to howl, in the soft whisper of a morning snowfall, in the way the moonlight sparkles over new-fallen snow, you can feel when she has been near by, ever searching. You can sense the presence of the Winter Child.
— Cameron Dokey, Winter's Child:  A Retelling of The Snow Queen
A book is a dream you hold in your hands
— Neil Gaiman
He's beautiful. Not specifically to look at, but to be with.
— Non Pratt, Remix
Your arousal is like the sweetest perfume I’ve ever smelled... I can sense it all around me — tingling against my skin, thickening your blood and shoving me off the edge of insanity.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
...my desire for him exploded into a great hunger. I was dizzy with it.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
I could fall in love with you and have no regrets... I want you so bad. You’ll never understand how much.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
I’m impressed you left to keep everyone safe.” He tenderly massaged the area above my hipbone with his right thumb.“I’ve seen vampire men cry and piss their pants after one hour in the sewers by themselves. You’ve been walking most of the day and all alone.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
She’s so beautiful it hurts. Golden blond hair flows past her shoulders. Those gorgeous violet eyes shouldn’t be so wide with fear. I’ve dreamed of being this close to her again. I ache to gather her in my arms and keep her safe from the world...to be her protector, but I can’t be that man.
— Katie McGarry, Crash into You
His gaze drank me in and he made no attempt to conceal that fact.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
Some people dream of becoming doctors or artists or veterinarians or teachers. I dream of the day Shaye laughs without stopping, and when she does, it will be only to take a breath before starting over again.
— Amy Matayo, The End of the World
Would she flee if she knew the thoughts I kept in my mind? My hands went to her flat stomach. My fingers sank in the soft tan flesh around her waist. One day her belly would be full of my children and her mind would only be focused on me.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
The very thought of him coming so close to tasting you makes me want to split his head in two.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
She wants her freedom.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
Do you know how hard it’s been to not fuck you this whole journey?" he asked inside my head.“Why can’t I make love to you? Your husband sent you off to breed with a vampire.” Samuel’s fangs retracted. “Last time I checked, I was a vampire.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
I shoved his arm with all my strength, but it wouldn’t budge. His waist rippled with sculpted muscles. His chest and shoulders bulged and spoke of great strength. It was one thing to assume he had a big frame, another to have it confirmed with the moon's light.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
His power sings to your blood. I witnessed your reaction to him just now. He’ll be a king in a few years... And you’ll be his queen.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
…he grabbed my hand again. That same warmth hit me, seeping into my skin. I bit my lip and forced myself not to relish in the tingling heat. Samuel’s eyes widened. Fangs erupted from his gums. His nostrils flared as he inhaled me.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
He growled. The noise echoed through the area. Birds flew from the trees. They appeared like dark dots in the starry sky.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
Lay down, please.” Samuel’s voice stroked my ears like a man seducing his lover after they’d suffered a long absence.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
I shuddered at the thought of what I would do for her if she asked—kill, steal, desecrate the holy god Ambi, destroy cities and masses of people just at her command.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
Ever since I drank your blood, my head has been crazy... I won’t lie. The connection gives me a lot of power over you. I could read your thoughts and speak to you wherever I am, even several miles away.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
And you’re absolutely breathtaking.
— Kenya Wright, Escape
Say you’re beautiful,” I whispered, stroking her. “I’m beautiful.” “Good,” I murmured, kissing her jaw then moving south. “Say it again.
— Bijou Hunter, Damaged and the Cobra
I call you domina because that’s what you are,” Samuel insisted.“It’s what I was. Now I’m just Brie. What if I only called you pathfinder?
— Kenya Wright, Escape
She knew she should say something profound, something beautiful in response. Instead, she spoke the truth. "If we make it out of here alive, I'm going to kiss you unconscious.
— Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows
In the fall, she knew it was Death who sweetened the apples.
— Martine Leavitt, Keturah and Lord Death
I might call him. A thing divine, for nothing natural. I ever saw so noble.
— William Shakespeare, The Tempest
You’re beautiful, Evie,” came his soft comment. Having been raised by relations who had always lamented the garish color of her hair and the proliferation of freckles, Evie gave him a skeptical smile. “Aunt Florence has always given me a bleaching lotion to make my freckles vanish. But there’s no getting rid of them.” Sebastian smiled lazily as he came to her. Taking her shoulders in his hands, he slid an appraising glance along her half-clad body. “Don’t remove a single freckle, sweet. I found some in the most enchanting places. I already have my favorites… shall I tell you where they are?” Disarmed and discomfited, Evie shook her head and made a movement to twist away from him. He wouldn’t let her, however. Pulling her closer, he bent his golden head and kissed the side of her neck. “Little spoilsport,” he whispered, smiling. “I’m going to tell you anyway.” His fingers closed around a handful of the chemise and eased the hem slowly upward. Her breath caught as she felt his fingers nuzzling tenderly between her bare legs. “As I discovered earlier,” he said against her sensitive throat, “there’s a trail inside your right thigh that leads to—” A knock at the door interrupted them, and Sebastian lifted his head with a grumble of annoyance. “Breakfast,” he muttered. “And I wouldn’t care to make you choose between my lovemaking or a hot meal, as the answer would likely be unflattering.
— Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter
Be calm like a calm lake, then you will look beautiful like a beautiful calm lake!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
You can live in the body you wish
—  exercise daily.
Snow was the most beautiful thing Amitola had ever seen. It fell so gracefully and drizzled her skin like a cold whisper.
— Aishabella Sheikh, Jungle Princess
Death is Beautiful!
— Grim Reaper
Death is Beautiful
— Grim Reaper
She is the innocent stuff in the background of time.
— M.O. Walsh, My Sunshine Away
Other people's eyes are limitless and that's what scares me.
— Sophie Kinsella, Finding Audrey
Let me put it this way. Canada is not so much a country as a holding tank filled with the disgruntled progeny of defeated peoples.
— Mordecai Richler
Betsy doesn't keep beautiful things to herself. I've learned from her that a pretty thing isn't worth much if you can't share it with anyone. It's just a thing. Only when you let others enjoy it, too, does it become beautiful
— Susan Gloss, Vintage
It's ok to not like yourself sometimes, it just means there's something in you that needs "fixing". Love yourself to recognize these parts of you and watch yourself grow beautifully into the person you were meant to be.
— Karen A. Baquiran
We were created to look at one another, weren't we
— Edgar Degas
Beautiful storms dressed in women's clothing.
— Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
She had a beautiful face, a beautiful body, but also a distance in her such as he had never met a woman.
— Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
To see, feel, and understand the magic of life, always believe that life is beautiful and magical.
— Debasish Mridha
I love you, Fitzwilliam Darcy--with all my heart.""And I love you, my dearest Elizabeth. Forever and ever.
— Regina Jeffers
A statue is just a statue until someone comes along and says it is beautiful. Then it starts to enjoy the magnificence of life.
— Debasish Mridha
You don't always need people to take care of you. Sometimes you need people so you can take care of them.
— Cameron Jace, Cinderella Dressed in Ashes
Fine! You guys can all be beautiful snowflakes! I'm gonna go over here and be an awkward snowflake!
— Robyn Schneider, The Beginning of Everything
The greatest danger in finding the right path often lies in here: The right path may look ugly and the wrong path may look beautiful!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
World knows I am pathetic in remembering dates. I really wonder how I perfectly remember all the dates on which we met
— Anamika Mishra
You are amazing.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
There is something more beautiful than a beautiful thing and that is a beautiful thing which has a beautiful reflection on the water!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
A beautiful lady with an evil heart is like a hundred dollar note cut in two with one piece missing
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
He had danced with fair maidens before, but Odette was different. She was graceful and beautiful, but there was something in her eyes and in the things she said, an intelligence and a boldness that belied her quiet demeanor.
— Melanie Dickerson, The Huntress of Thornbeck Forest
Never look back. The past is done. The future is a blank canvas. Work on creating a masterpiece. Only you have the power to make your painting beautiful.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
You can either choose a beautiful to fuck, which everyone fucks, or choose to fuck an ugly one, which no one fucks.
— M.F. Moonzajer
His lips brushed my cheek, and I found it hard to concentrate."I lied earlier.""About what." His hands slid to my lower back."When I said you looked great? I wasn't completely honest." That was not what I expected. I turned my head the slightest and then bit back a gasp. Our mouths were centimeters apart and I thought about Brit's certainty that he would kiss me tonight. I forced my tongue to work."You don't think I look great?" "No,"he said, his expression serious as one hand followed the line of my spine, resting below the edges of my hair. He lowered his head so that his temple pressed against mine."You look beautiful tonight."My breath caught."Thank you.
— J. Lynn, Wait for You
His hands wrapped around her upper arms, holding her gently. "You are even more beautiful when you dance.
— Melanie Dickerson, The Captive Maiden
This world is too fast and the people are so busy they may never get the time to stop and admire you when they pass you by; and I'm afraid this will slowly make you forget how very beautiful you are. Never forget that, love. You're an angel. The most beautiful of all angels.
— Adwitiya Borah, The Wrong Vantage Point
The whole purpose of education is to turn green buds into beautiful flowers.
— Debasish Mridha
Thingumy whispered something again. The Hemulen nodded. "It's a secret," he said. "Thingumy and Bob think the Contents is the most beautiful thing in the world, but the Groke just thinks it's the most expensive."The Snork nodded many times and wrinkled his forehead. "This is a difficult case," he said. Thingumy and Bob have reasoned correctly, but they have acted wrongly. Right is right.
— Tove Jansson, Finn Family Moomintroll
Thingumy and Bob sighed contentedly and settled down to contemplate the precious stone. They stared in silent rapture at it.The ruby changed colour all the time. At first it was quite pale, and then suddenly a pink glow would flow over it like sunrise on a snow capped mountain -- and then again crimson flames shot out of its heart and it seemed like a great black tulip with stamens on fire.
— Tove Jansson, Finn Family Moomintroll
If she was beautiful at rest she was doubly so awake. Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
He was close enough now to see that her profile was designed to do dramatic things to hearts: stop them, steal them, break them.
— Julie Anne Long, Like No Other Lover
His blue-green eyes were dark pools of immeasurable depth, pools you could drown yourself in and never again come up for air.
— Robert Thier, Storm and Silence
She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible.
— Ariana Dancu
If she knew how beautiful love is, she would already put it in a box, seal, and preserve it.So she could smell it whenever she wants.
— Kusumastuti, Denting Lara
Time makes everything mean and shabby and wrinkled. The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.
— Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye
Her hair is full of icy wind and daylight. She is every princess, every queen, in the history book.
— Lauren DeStefano, Perfect Ruin
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can get.
— Yann Martel, Life of Pi
Well, that was the end of me, the real end. Two pound ten every Tuesday and a room of the Gray's Inn Road. Saved, rescued and with my place to hide in - what more did I want? I crept in and hid. The lid of the coffin shut down with a bang. Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone. No more pawings, no more pryings - leave me alone.
— Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
You’re so beautiful, Dominique. Its such a lovely accident on God’s part that there’s one person who matches inside and out.
— Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
Every morning we begin our new life with new joy. So let it be beautiful.
— Debasish Mridha
You can't be beautiful and a writer, because to be a writer you have to be the one doing the looking; if you're beautiful people will be looking at you.
— Niall Williams, History of the Rain
The pond is clear, but it isn't this beyond the sea blue and has never been. The sky is blue, but it isn't this strikingly bright and vivid nor has it ever been. But together, and in each other's company, they are more beautiful than they could ever have been alone...
— Anoma Natasha Paleebut
However beautiful a morning may be, we still must not wish it to continue endlessly, because this shall mean missing forever all the beauties of the night!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
I’m surrounding by beautiful sounds, my son singing in his room and a gentle rain. There are so many simple pleasures God gives us we just have to listen for them.
— Ron Baratono
Women only wear beautiful clothes so that men will want to remove them.
— Hanif Kureishi, The Last Word
At the core of your being, you are spiritual, limitless, and beautiful. To enjoy this you be mindful and openly love yourself.
— Debasish Mridha
He stood and stepped up behind her. Why not? It's the truth. I like spending time with you. You're strong, beautiful and brave. What more could a man ask for?
— Colleen Coble, Safe in His Arms