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Shutting out all external objects, fixing the vision between the eyebrows, making even the inward and outward breaths, the sage who has controlled the senses, mind and understanding, who is intent upon liberation, who has cast away desire, fear and anger, he is ever freed.
— The Bhagavad Gita
The elements of love, devotion, loyalty I have found in the words, never found in humans. That is why I never truly loved.
— M.F. Moonzajer
A made desire to be more human, to be more normal, that's what pushes me, these days - but as someone said the other say. 'Trace, you're going to have to face facts. You and normal parted a long, long time ago.
— Tracey Emin, Strangeland
He was going to die soon, you knew when you saw those eyes. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest traces of what had once been a life. His body was like a dilapidated old house from which all furniture and fixtures have been removed and which awaited now only its final demolition.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
When i respect people they think that i'm powerless...
— Manroop suthar
Sexuality with all its attendant yearnings and pains, jealousies and taboos, is the most disturbing impulse humans have.
— John Steinbeck, East of Eden
If we fail, the planet will grow sterile and your people will die in hunger, thirst and waves of plagues. Our people and the thrm's will die more slowly because the poisons here will render us unable to conceive. The skies will cease to be blue, the land will lose its verdure and the seas, well, the seas will be the first to go. Anything that does survive will be broken, mutant, discontinuous from us and mutually exclusive. It will be the new life of a shattered world, a world for chitinous, crawly things, not one for soft and tender emotion. I hope, child, I have answered your question."Meg said nothing. None of it made sense, but she still felt an urge to deny it, deny it, even though Ekaterina's strange, rolling words carried a ring of truth. Suddenly, the autumn chill cut through all her layers of bundling wraps. She could not stop shivering.
— Robert Stikmanz, Prelude to a Change of Mind
One of the greatest inhibitions to the development of human potential is the aversion to effective practice.
— Douglas B. Reeves, Transforming Professional Development Into Student Results
Hominids are all the Neanderthals, australopithecines, Homohabili, Homo erecti, etc., the upright-walking apes of which we arethe only surviving species.
— Joe Quirk, It's Not You, It's Biology.: The Science of Love, Sex, and Relationships
The equilibrium of power between God and Human is getting so close
—  God has built the planet in 6 days and today we can destroy it within half a day.
A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman's heart in particular.
— Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time
There was something heartbreakingly beautiful about the lights of distant ships, I thought. It was something that touched both on human achievement and the vastness against which those achievements seemed so frail. It was the same thing whether the lights belonged to a caravel battling the swell on a stormy horizon or a diamond-hulled starship which had just sliced its way through interstellar space.
— Alastair Reynolds, Chasm City
We cannot deal with people like human beings, we cannot deal with them on the high level of true humanity, unless we really know their origin-who they are. God tells man who he is. God tells us that He created man in His image. So man is something wonderful.
— Francis A. Schaeffer, Escape from Reason: A Penetrating Analysis of Trends in Modern Thought
Beyond the curve of his days he glimpsed neither superhuman happiness nor eternity--happiness was human, eternity ordinary.
— Albert Camus, A Happy Death
It might have been my human side clamoring for blood, or my alien side looking for a chance to exercise strategic dominance over a lesser life form. Either way, I was going to win.
— Stacey Kade, The Rules
Feelings of any kind are not known to the walking dead. Every form of psychological warfare, from attempts at enraging the undead to provoking pity have all met with disaster. Joy, sadness, confidence, anxiety, love, hatred, fear—all of these feelings and thousands more that make up the human “heart” are as useless to the living dead as the organ of the same name. Who knows if this is humanity’s greatest weakness or strength? The debate continues, and probably will forever.
— Max Brooks, The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection from the Living Dead
You must be human . . . how weirdly exotic and excitingly perverse.
— Stephen King, Needful Things
I didn’t like how my body seemed to be intent on sabotaging my brain, especially since my brain was so good at sabotaging itself.
— Penny Reid
If everyone followed the rules, we wouldn't be human...And I'd choose that than being a Robot over any day.
— Jet Raymond Hodgkin
Time is a structured perception of human brain on natural events. Eternity ain't based on the human perception, but on perpetual cycle.
— Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
Elizabeth called it my mane of hair; I called it my bane of hair. However, it was far worse looking when it was short, sticking straight up or out at awkward angles; at least when it was long it almost obeyed gravity.
— Penny Reid
[mother] belonged to a realm of other creatures: smaller, lighter, more easily blown away.
— Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
Humans have nothing to do with angels and fairies, then why still I love you?
— M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
No one should ever compromise the dignity of another human being.
— Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon
No one can tell the difference between a clone and a human. That's because there isn't any difference. The idea of clones being inferior is a filthy lie.
— Nancy Farmer, The House of the Scorpion
The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh. Its perceptions are still coarse and brutish. It can divine nothing clearly, nothing with certainty.
— Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek
Rose was so full of life and passion that sometimes she seemed more human than I was.
— Richelle Mead, Bloodlines
Any ape can reach for a banana, but only humans can reach for the stars.
— V.S. Ramachandran, The Tell–Tale Brain – A Neuroscientist`s Quest for What Makes Us Human
It reveals that people are confusing."Rovender corrected her. "Not Confusing. Complex.
— Tony DiTerlizzi, A Hero For WondLa
Why do humans always look at these things from the wrong perspective? Predators deserve our sympathy, too.
— Beth Fantaskey, Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side
I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.
— Karen Marie Moning, The Alpha Alternative: JZB Sex Scene
All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man? What is the ape to man? A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. And man shall be just that for the overman: a laughingstock or a painful embarrassment… (…) Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman—a rope over an abyss… What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going under…
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Storytelling comes naturally to humans, but since we live in an unnatural world, we sometimes need a little help doing what we'd naturally do.
— Dan  Harmon
The promise of aspiration is that it is evolutionary. The human condition is such that we are always aspiring to be something more, something better, something nobler. It starts as a thought, a want, a need, or a desire and then grows and evolves with intention and direction, upward with lust and hunger. The continued drive feeds the rise.
— Lorii Myers, No Excuses, The Fit Mind-Fit Body Strategy Book
The offspring of nationalist thinking too often expresses itself in exclusionary and passively-violent legal policies, and then sadly, through militarism, which becomes manifest on the endless blood-soaked borders and battlefields of humanity's great failure as a humane species.
— Bryant McGill, Voice of Reason
We huddle tightly together as cowards, protecting the ranks of our false collective identity from "less-human" intruders, when the only obvious and sane truth is that we are all the same human beings.
— Bryant McGill, Voice of Reason
Our uniqueness is what makes us common. It is the same fact that we are unique that we as individuals have in common.
— Morena Baloyi
Alexandria,” he began, the name lingering on the morning air as though it did not belong amongst trees, but instead somewhere much safer, much more enclosed.“Christian,” she breathed after her name had remained uncomfortably within his ears for a most distressing period of time.The tears in her eyes had begun to fill quickly and more tears fell as she stared upon him expectantly, and he was quite suddenly aware that a drink of blood would be most desirable to ease the sheer uncomfortable edge he felt with her stare.
— S.C. Parris, The Immortal's Guide
So – I am n-nothing more than – than a bloody job?! On top of not knowing why you must look after me – you only jumped at the chance to help me because your – that V-Vampire thought you couldn’t?! What are you, some – some child?!”“I am no child, human!”“Oh I would not have thought so,” she breathed condescendingly sending his blood to boil despite the ring, “if it were not for the fact that only children react so wondrously juvenile when faced with such a choice! You bargain my life over a show of bravado! And where is your brother, Christian?! He has not been here to see your brilliant work as my watcher, has he?!
— S.C. Parris, The Immortal's Guide
IF YOU WANT TO ALIVE REAL, THEN JOIN THE COMMUNITY OF HUMAN.
— Arbab Jehangir
She nibbles her pencil... She's human!
— Charles M. Schulz
I think humans might be like butterflies; people die every day without many other people knowing about them, seeing their colors, hearing their stories... and when humans are broken, they're like broken butterfly wings; suddenly there are so many beauties that are seen in different ways, so many thoughts and visions and possibilities that form, which couldn't form when the person wasn't broken! So it is not a very sad thing to be broken, after all! It's during the times of being broken, that you have all the opportunities to become things unforgettable! Just like the broken butterfly wing that I found, which has given me so many thoughts, in so many ways, has shown me so many words, and imaginations! But butterflies need to know, that it doesn't matter at all if the whole world saw their colors or not! But what matters is that they flew, they glided, they hovered, they saw, they felt, and they knew! And they loved the ones whom they flew with! And that is an existence worthwhile!
— C. JoyBell C.
The more man realises his humanity, the lonelier he feels.
— Ali Shariati
Also, vampires don't eat food. You never get to eat chocolate again. Ever. I'd rather die.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, Team Human
In every human heart is a place where you put all your broken dreams. When something doesn't work out, no matter what it may be, you just have to give it up and stuff it in with your broken dreams. And make sure you keep the lid on tight.
— Sayo Masuda
What an odd thing it is to see an entire species -- billions of people -- playing with, listening to meaningless tonal patterns, occupied and preoccupied for much of their time by what they call 'music.' (-- The Overlords, from Arthur C. Clarke's Childhood's End)
— Oliver Sacks, Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain
Maybe it ain't about others' mistakes,but only your need for someone to blame.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
When will we learn we are Human first, and that all other names are merely changes of clothing?
— Katharine Eliska Kimbriel
Even though Xavier was only human, it seemed he could protect me from anything and everything. I wouldn't have been worried if a fire-breathing dragon had torn of the roof, because I knew that Xavier was there. I wondered fleetingly if I was expecting to much og him, but dismissed the idea.
— Alexandra Adornetto, Halo
Kyōko: You... you call yourself human?!Homura: Of course not. Neither are you.
— Magica Quartet, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Vol. 03
Her expression almost never changed. Made it hard to tell what she was thinking. But also made her seem separate from the rest of the world. It was like she lived so deep in the ocean even lightcouldn’t reach her. Like a fish that couldn’t see the dark lonely depths, because it was always dreaming about sunlight.
— Yukari Yashiki, Made in Heaven Kazemichi: Volume 1
Kyubey: You have no idea how much difficulty we go through trying to understand your human values. Presently there are six billion, eight hundred million of you, and you're increasing in number by a hundred every four minutes! What's the huge fuss over the death of each and every single creature? Madoka: If that's how you think of us, then yes, I see you are our enemy.
— Magica Quartet, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Vol. 03
I think you are wise. You haven't got what it takes for this job. You are like Rosemary's father. He couldn't understand Lenin's dictum: 'Away with softness.'"I thought of Hercule Poirot's words."I'm content," I said, "to be human...."We sat there in silence, each of use convinced that the other's point of view was wrong.
— Agatha Christie, The Clocks
No matter how deep in disgrace, a human being IS human, after all.
— Sayo Masuda, Autobiography of a Geisha
Man has been evolved and created the gods. Evolved more and decided to destroy all of them.
— Emil A. Zafirov
Be weary of the unknown inside of every human being, but do not fear it, embrace it.
— K.K. Cook
There is always a comma to check whether are we going to do the same mistake which we have done before?" But proble is that we never use this comma.
— Vaibhav Soni
It was one thing to deal with monsters that were human in appearance. Another thing entirely to deal with humans who were monsters.
— Samantha Young, Shades of Blood
It proposed that human beings, by the act of making witness, warranted times and places for their existence other than the time and place they were living through.
— E.L. Doctorow, Ragtime
Aliens are within the human genes.
— Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you."My tongue warred with my mind. "Today," I whispered.Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. "Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.
— Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?"That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?""The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.
— Richelle Mead, Bloodlines
She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims...
— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
He continued to stare out the window. "I meant what I said before. You need to walk away, Pidge. God knows I can't walk away from you.
— Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster
You could hear the wind in the leaves, and on that wind traveled the screams of the kids on the playground in the distance, little kids figuring out how to be alive, how to navigate a world that wasn't made for them by navigating a playground that was.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
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, New Moon
I wondered if my smile was as big as hers. Maybe as big. But not as beautiful.
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.
— Tahereh Mafi, Destroy Me
I'm wearing dead cotton on my limbs and a blush of roses on my face.
— Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
Whereas the beautiful is limited, the sublime is limitless, so that the mind in the presence of the sublime, attempting to imagine what it cannot, has pain in the failure but pleasure in contemplating the immensity of the attempt
— Immanuel Kant, Critique of Pure Reason
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. 
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth.
— Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver
Everything passes away - suffering, pain, blood, hunger, pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the Earth. There is no man who does not know that. Why, then, will we not turn our eyes toward the stars? Why?
— Mikhail Bulgakov, The White Guard
Liam, soon-to-be-fucking-dead, Callahan was walking down the stairs—my fucking stairs—with his sex hair high and his green eyes sharper than razor blades. He was beautiful, and I almost regretted the fact that I would have to put a bullet in his head and then smash it through a fucking wall.-Melody G.
— J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People
And as He spoke, He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.
— C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle
I hear Warner laugh.I see him smile.It's the kind of smile that transforms him into someone else entirely, the kind of smile that puts stars in his eyes and a dazzle on his lips and I realize I've never seen him like this before. I've never seen his teeth--so straight, so white, nothing less than perfect. A flawless, flawless exterior for a boy with a black, black heart. It's hard to believe there's blood on the hands of the person I'm staring at. He looks soft and vulnerable--so human. His eyes are squinting from all his grinning and his cheeks are pink form the cold.He has dimples.He's easily the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.And I wish I'd never seen it.
— Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me
Don't let them say you ain't beautiful. They can all get fu#ked just stay true to you.
— Eminem
You know,” he said, “I wish you could see this cave.”“What’s it like?”He paused. “It’s...beautiful, really.”“Tell me.”And so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them.
— Kristin Cashore, Graceling
Everyone will think I'm ugly."Tik Tok smiled. "That's true. But we are a small village. We have narrow tastes. There's no telling who else in the world would think you're beautiful.
— Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily
Gently Agatha touched her face in the mirror, glowing from inside. A face no one recognized because it was so happy.There could be no turning back now. The bread crumbs on the dark trail were gone. Instead, she had the truth to guide her. A truth greater than any 
— Soman Chainani, The School for Good and Evil
You read all kinds of books and see all kinds of movies about the man who is obsessed and devoted, whose focus is a single solid beam, same as the lighthouse and that intense, too. It is Heathcliff with Catherine. It is a vampire with a passionate love stronger than death. We crave that kind of focus from someone else. We'd give anything to be that "loved." But that focus is not some soul-deep pinnacle of perfect devotion - it's only darkness and the tormented ghosts of darkness. It's strange, isn't it, to see a person's gaping emotional wounds, their gnawing needs, as our romance? We long for it, I don't know why, but when we have it, it is a knife at our throat on the banks of Greenlake. It is an unwanted power you'd do anything to be rid of. A power that becomes the ultimate powerlessness.
— Deb Caletti, Stay
Viewed from a distance, everything is beautiful.
— Tacitus
I like The Eiffel Tower because it looks like steel and lace.
— Natalie Lloyd
Like the teens I worked with, I understood the need for miracles--they kept reality from paralyzing you
— Jodi Picoult, Change of Heart
He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound..
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.
— Penelope Douglas, Corrupt
Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death.
— Cormac McCarthy, Child of God
She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill. She collected her brown blouse and buttoned it up, hiding the brightness of turquoise lace with the conservative attire she liked to armor herself in. She’d done an overhaul of her bras in the last month, and though I was always sad to see them disappear, it made me happy to know they were there, those secret spots of color in her life.
— Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart
Illium, with his wings of silver-kissed blue and a face designed to seduce both males and females, not to mention his ability to do the most impossible acrobatics in the air, would provide a worthy diversion. The fact that he’d decided to ditch half his clothing was just icing on the cake.
— Nalini Singh, Archangel's Consort
And yet here he was, looking at Jem Carstairs, a boy so fragile-looking that he appeared to be made out of glass, with the hardness of his expression slowly dissolving into tentative uncertainty. "You are not really dying," he said, the oddest tone to his voice, "are you?"Jem nodded. "So they tell me.""I am sorry," Will said."No", Jem said softly. He drew his jacket aside and took a knife from the belt at his waist. "Don't be ordinary like that. Don't say you're sorry. Say you'll train with me."He held the knife to Will, hilt first. Charlotte held her breath, afraid to move. She felt as if she were watching something very important happen, though she could not have said what.Will reached out and took the knife, his eyes never leaving Jem's face. His fingers brushed the other boy's as he took the weapon from him. It was the first time, Charlotte thought that she had ever seen him touch any other person willingly."I'll train with you," he said.
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
You're beautful. Yes you are, you're very very beautiful. Extremely beautiful.
— Orson Welles
...But friends, those I wanted to please? There are so few, so few... and you're one of them. You... because you have such a gift for life. You grab hold of it with both hands. You move, you dance, you know how to make the rain and the sunshine in a home. You have this incredible gift for making people around you happy. You're so at ease, so at ease on this little planet...
— Anna Gavalda
Live it well and this life can be grand.
— Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Hawksong
If someone tells you you're not beautiful, turn around and walk away so they canhave a great view of your fabulous ass.
— Miley Cyrus
if only these treasures were not so fragile as they are precious and beautiful.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther
Sophie," he said, and when she gave him a stern look, he took a hasty swig of the posset. “Miss Collins. I have not yet had a chance to properly apologize to you, so let me take it now. Please forgive me for the trick I played on you with the scones. I did not mean to show you disrespect. I hope you do not imagine I think any less of you for your position in the household, for you are one of the finest and bravest ladies I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.
— Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver
The silence was suddenly too charged, his face too beautiful in the light.
— Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin's Blade
He reached up t0 grab one and came down with several, and they kept coming, washing over him, floating all around him. Never have tampon strings seemed so beautiful as they rolled up and down with the wind, landing on the ground and then twirling and floating up again, falling and rising and falling and rising.
— John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
Amy pulls away and looks into my face. Her pale skin is blotchy red, her eyes are veined and shadowed, and a shiny line of snot trickles from her nose to the top of he
— Beth Revis
Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable.
— Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
— Robert Frost
The mind becomes much more beautiful, when man could see his own weaknesses.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.
— William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part 1
and give me insults, give meeconomic discrimination, give methe darkened parking lot of a windowless queer bar, give me fleets of bigots and books bannedin libraries across america, feed the worldwith lies about my life and plop a secondhelping of oppression on my plateand thank you for not making me straight.
— Michelle Tea
And no matter where you are right now, you can come on out and stand in the middle of it as the sun is going down, and you can know that right in the spot where you are standing, there used to be someone else, that at some other point in time, someone stood where you are standing, thinking their own thoughts. And someday in the future someone will stand there and wonder about you, wonder if there was ever anybody else.  Keep in mind that you are making memories. Consider that something you take for granted today may be the one thing you might pine for someday, and there might not be any more of it left, but you'll remember its sweetness. Remember the curve of the sun in your bedroom window late in the day, the way your little brother's hair smelled after his bath, and the sound of your mother and father talking in the kitchen. Make sure you notice if the trees meet in an arch over your street, or if there's a certain sound that you hear at a particular time every day. Take note of those people who are so familiar to you, and consider memorizing them for a time when they are gone. And know that if anyone ever says to you, "What will you always remember about this place?" you will know just exactly which story it is that you would tell them.
— Pam Conrad, Our House
Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".
— Craig Thompson, Blankets
She wondered If I had woken up, would I have smelled his sadness, his desperation, and his detachment? His death, her breath. He told her once, she remembers, these two words have no other rhyme but each other. If she could go back, she thinks -- She would open her eyes, instead of her heart.
— Rachel  Thompson, Broken Pieces
She is like a butterfly, Beautiful to look at But hard to catch.
— Nikki Rowe
And you’re beautiful. You’d have to work pretty hard to mess that up.
— Jennifer Echols, Endless Summer
For the first time maybe ever, it didn't matter if I looked beautiful or not. I felt it.
— Kiera Cass, Happily Ever After
For reasons he couldn’t understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.
— Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road
Every moment is beautiful
—  delicious even!
Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of 
— William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
And like flowers in the fields, that make wonderful views, when we stand side-by-side in our wonderful hues..We all make a beauty so wonderfully true.We are special and different, and just the same, too!So whenever you look at your beautiful skin, from your wiggling toes to your giggling grin...Think how lucky you are that the skin you live in, so beautifully holds the "You" who's within.
— Michael Tyler, The Skin You Live In
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine, or the clouds might lour: but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before.
— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
I want to burn the world because Alan is gone," he said. "I want to destroy everything I see. But you mean something to me. I will not destroy the world, because it has you in it.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, The Demon's Surrender
She often spoke to falling seeds and said, "Ah hope you fall on soft ground," because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road towards way off. She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman.
— Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
...with white dawns and glaring moons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.
— Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
The experience of this sweet life.
— Dante Alighieri
The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.
— Shannon Hale, Palace of Stone
I believe there are beautiful things seen by the astronauts. The indications revealed. That few of us realize life is quite surreal
— Owl City
Then the other door opened. I wen't rigid. If I had thought Reth's was beautiful, it was nothing to this soul. It filled the night with light, dancing and rippling like the reflection on a pond. I hadn't seen many souls, but I knew this one was special. I wanted it. I needed it.
— Kiersten White, Paranormalcy
On the stage Tristen bent over the piano, his fingers swift and sure, his blond hair gleaming under the spotlight. I glanced around at the audience, watching their faces, gratified that they were as captivated as I was by the dark, thunderous song that Tristen conjured.
— Beth Fantaskey, Jekel Loves Hyde
Whether we fall by ambition, blood or lustLike diamonds, we are cut with our own dust
— John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi
The snow was endless, a heavy blanket on the outdoors; it had a way about it. A beauty. But I knew that, like many things, beauty could be deceiving.
— Cambria Hebert, Whiteout
Life is beautiful in all its colors, even the darker ones, they’re here for a reason.
— Chris     Martin
You have to find what’s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue.
— Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie
Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the top. On the sand banks the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray, sculptured stones.
— John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men
In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew.
— Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire
I think the only necessary conclusion is that we are too beautiful, because being not beautiful at all just doesn't make sense.
— Zoe Trope
Although she'd never believe it, those lines in Gillian's face are the most beautiful part about her. They reveal what she's gone through and what she's survived and who exactly she is, deep inside.
— Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic
The clock’s pendulum catches the firelight, and in the rattle-breathed final moments of Jacob de Zoet, amber shadows in the far corner coagulate into a woman’s form. She slips between the bigger, taller onlookers unnoticed … … and adjusts her headscarf, the better to hide her burn. She places her cool palms on Jacob’s fever-glazed face.Jacob sees himself, when he was young, in her narrow eyes. Her lips touch the place between his eyebrows. A well-waxed paper door slides open.
— David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
And, in the darkness, David closed his eyes as all that was lost was found again.
— John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things
He's my father!" she bellowed, pointing to Trevanion."Vestie!" Beatriss said firmly, stopping to stare up at her. "I'll snip at the tongue if I ever see it in such a way again! Trevanion, speak to her."Vestie hung her head, shamefaced."Vestie," he said, his voice still gentle."Yes, Father.""Shout it out louder, my love. Shout it out louder.
— Melina Marchetta, Froi of the Exiles
I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.
— W.B. Yeats
I go out on the porch and gaze up at the stars twinkling above, the random scattering of millions of stars. Even in a planetarium you wouldn't find as many. Some of them really look big and distinct, like if you reached your hand out intently you could touch them. The whole thing is breathtaking. Not just beautiful though--the stars like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me. What I've done up till now, what I'm going to do--they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart's pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I've never given them more than a passing thought before. Bot just stars--how many other things haven't I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about? I suddenly feel helpless, completely powerless. And I know I'll never outrun that awful feeling. (135)
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.
— Meg Rosoff, How I Live Now
Kessa ran her fingers over her stomach. Flat. But was it flat enough? Not quite. She still had some way to go. Just to be safe, she told herself. Still, it was nice the way her pelvic bones rose like sharp hills on either side of her stomach. I love bones. Bones are beautiful.
— Steven Levenkron, The Best Little Girl in the World
The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed.
— Madame Necker
I am surely a creature. For what human has two hearts? But I have two hearts— one is always broken
—  the other is always whole.
What are you staring at?""Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?
— Jasleen Kaur Gumber
We stand dead still and we listen to the night. The city drones. An owl hoots and a cat howls and a dog barks and a siren wails.We let the stars shine into us.
— David Almond, My Name Is Mina
But remember that the pain of parting from friends will be felt by every body at times, whatever be their education or state.
— Jane Austen
A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
She was so beautiful I had to move away.
— Sebastian Faulks, Engleby
Peeta" I said "Stay with me"I heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that what he said was 'always
— Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire
Life is beautiful. Some people just remind you of that more than others.
— Erica Bauermeister, The School of Essential Ingredients
Her complexity is a glorious fire that consumes, while her simplicity goes unapproachable. But if one takes time to understand her, there is something beautiful to find, something simple to be loved. But she goes unloved, for being misunderstood.
— Anthony Liccione
It is a kiss that, once begun, never really ends. Interrupted, yes. Paused, certainly. But from that very moment onward, Vera sees the whole of her life as only a breath away from kissing him again. On that night in the park, they begin the delicate task of binding their souls together, creating a whole comprising their separate halves.
— Kristin Hannah, Winter Garden
A bookstore is one of the many pieces of evidence we have that people are still thinking.
— Jerry Seinfeld
She was a vision in a white gown her dark hair forming a hazy halo around her rosy heart-shaped face. Her long lashes fluttered to touch her cheeks and then her eyes opened fully in his direction. Her small round mouth flexed in an immediate and knowing smile. That's the girl I'm going to marry Henry thought.
— Anna Godbersen, Rumors
We are noble, good, beautiful, and happy!
— Friedrich Nietzsche, On the Genealogy of Morals
Every moment - something beautiful happens.
— Jay Woodman
[I]t is that we are too apt to despise what appears to be neither good nor beautiful, and thus we lose what is helpful and salutary.
— George Sand, La Petite Fadette
At a time when she was engaged to Stilton Cheesewright, I remember recording in the archives that she was tall and willowy with a terrific profile and luxuriant platinum blond-hair, the sort of girl who might, as far as looks were concerned, have been the star unit of the harem of one of the better-class sultans.
— P.G. Wodehouse, Jeeves and the Tie That Binds
Isabelle had always thought of her mind as a garden, a magical place to play as a child, when the grown-ups were having conversations and she was expected to listen politely-- and even, although she hated to admit this, later with Edward, her husband, when listening to the particularities of his carpet salesmanship wore her thin. Every year the garden grew larger, the paths longer and more complicated. Meadows of memories.Of course, her mental garden hadn't always been well tended. There were the years when the children were young, fast-moving periods when life flew by without time for the roots of deep reflection, and yet she knew memories were created whether one pondered them or not. She had always considered that one of the luxuries of growing older would be the chance to wander through the garden that had grown while she wasn't looking. She would sit on a bench and let her mind take every path, tend every moment she hadn't paid attention to, appreciate the juxtaposition of the one memory against another.
— Erica Bauermeister, The School of Essential Ingredients
His plate was full but his fists sat motionless like two dark quartz stones on either side of it.
— Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories
Joshua?" I called out, a slight hitch in my voice. "Yeah?" "What do I look like to you?" He tilted his head to the side, frowning. "What do I look like to you?" I repeated urgently, afraid that if I didn't talk fast enough, I would have time to realize how absolutely, mind-bogglingly stupid I sounded. Joshua smiled. He answered me, so quietly I almost couldn't hear him. "Beautiful. Too beautiful for people not to have noticed you the other night.
— Tara Hudson, Hereafter
Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.
— Lisa Ann Sandell, A Map of the Known World
Beautiful princesses and beautiful, strong queens are brainwashed into thinking ho’s and B****’s are virtuous titles.
— Delano Johnson, Words That Changed the World
I thought you wanted to catch a camel," you tried again."No.""I want to.""Well, you go then."You laughed. "I want your beautiful face where I can see it
— Lucy Christopher
We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for.That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out?
— Markus Zusak, Fighting Ruben Wolfe
There was an itchy lung for a last cigarette and an immense, magnetic pull toward the basement, for the girl who was his daughter and was writing a book down there he hoped to read one day. Liesel. His soul whispered it as I carried him. But there was no Liesel in that house. Not for me, anyway.
— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
I see using my other senses. I can smell the rain before it drops, but I can’t watch it fall. I can feel the sun on my face, but I can’t see it rise or set. I want to see the world like everyone else, to see the sun, the rain, the music. Oh I bet music looks beautiful.
— Sydney Wells
HummingbirdFlitting, dartingA restless questTo fuel a fireThat burns your breastSeeking sweetnessFor selfish gleeBringing giftsSo heedlesslyYour touch a triggerYou fire lifeIgniting beautyIn vibrant strifeTo equal youIn colors brightThey dazzle, dumbfoundAnd delightBut in tableauTheir beauty endsEnlivened onlyBy the windWhilst you withGenerous energyProve a lovelyVibrant PersephoneTheir season endsThose blooms of springAnd hummingbirdOn fragile wingToo soon I fearYou will expireSweetness smoldersConsumed in fire.
— Michael Sullivan
I told you, you're my black pearl. When i first set eyes on you in the servant's hall I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.
— Daisy Goodwin, The American Heiress
A million men can tell a woman she is beautiful, but the only time she will listen is when it's said by the man she loves.
— Ziad K. Abdelnour
I wrenched open the windows. I stood while the cold air poured around my face like dark water, as if I was a rock and it was chiselling me into a new shape.
— Sue Woolfe, The Secret Cure
Love makes people beautiful, beautiful in the fact that those who are stricken by love become blind. Not being able to see the evils and pain in the world, that's the part that makes people beautiful on the inside.
— Shannan Jacoby
... even though it was beautiful and comfortable, and even though it was the world, it was also a little bit boring. No, wait. Maybe boring isn’t the right word. What’s the word I’m wanting here? Lonely. That’s it. It was a little bit lonely.
— Catherine Ryan Hyde, Second Hand Heart
When virtue and modesty enlighten her charms, the lustre of a beautiful woman is brighter than the stars of heaven, and the influence of her power it is in vain to resist.
— Akhenaton
We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.
— David Almond, My Name Is Mina
Just you and me against the world.Always and forever.
— Jessica Sorensen, The Ever After of Ella and Micha
As the blood poured from his tattered heart into the open air and his brain suffocated, all those incomplete thoughts of Wittgenstein decayed with the dying neurons. Neural connections in the gray matter storing memories and ideas in their ordered configurations fired across the gaps, last gaps of mental life. Thoughts on Truth and Will were erased as flesh sloshed soft and limp against alabaster, no more than rotting human fruit.
— Janna Levin, A Madman Dreams of Turing Machines
I'll say that you were so beautiful, you made me do ridiculous, reckless things.
— Kass Morgan, Homecoming
Just like you fell on me, I fell for you, and the sensation of the fall happened so fast but in a beautiful way.
— Aishabella Sheikh, Jungle Princess
Beautiful places are almost alive! When you visit them, you can feel their breaths!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
That was New York
—  a whole cacophony of sounds and tastes that all somehow came together to form something beautiful
Even when battered and broken, he was beautiful. Yes, a guy could be beautiful. Especially if that guy was Deandre.
— Aishabella Sheikh, Jungle Princess
Before there was an American Story, before Paterson spread before Oscar and Lola like a dream, or the trumpets from the Island of our eviction had even sounded, there was their mother, Hypatia Belicia Cabral: a girl so tall your leg bones ached just looking at her, so dark it was as if the Creatrix had, in her making, blinked.
— Junot Díaz
At this the Wart's eyes grew rounder and rounder, until they were about as big as the owl's who was sitting on his shoulder, and his face got redder and redder, and a breath seemed to gather itself beneath his heart.
— T.H. White
Observable Fact: I don’t believe in magic.Observable Fact: We are magic.
— Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star
I thought I wanted caprice and fire, but it turns out that what I really want is someone who will wake me up early so I don't miss a sunrise.
— Jenna Evans Welch, Love & Gelato
For it cannot be denied that all over the world and in all ages there are beings who are perceived to be extraordinary, charming, and appealing, and whom many honor as benevolent spirits, because they make one think of a more beautiful, a freer, a more winged life than the one we lead.
— Hermann Hesse, Pictor's Metamorphoses and Other Fantasies
Those things that take my breath away become the ocean-complex and deep-and I'm prone to drowning in beautiful things. Like you.
— Melody  Lee
Circus can't just be beautiful. It has to be weird. It has to be frightening.
— Elizabeth Schulte Martin, Everything You Came to See
No one could have imagined a place like Havana, Cuba. It is absurdly contradictory, always arguing with itself over whether it is audacious or meek, heroic or stupid, beautiful or abhorrent.
— Ed Kirwan, The Three Ravens
PuppeteerJust because you tell me I'm beautifulAnd that I'm worth your whileYou expect me to feel like the luckiest girl in the worldSo I should lower my head, talk less, smile more, be more polite, bend to your will, kiss your feet?I will snap those stringsStrap on my six inch heelsI will be thunder and lightning and fire and every nightmare you are afraid ofI will be everything you can't handleWhen you wake up choking on your kool-aid of lies, you will not forget the fierce untamable tempestuous wave that swept you away
— Evy Michaels