Music is everywhere. It’s in the air between us, waiting to be sung.
David LevithanTag: inspirational music beautiful
I was there to see beautiful naked women. So was everybody else. It's a common failing.
Robert A. HeinleinTag: women beauty beautiful naked failing nude failings
the unexpected moment [is] always sweeter.
Julia QuinnTag: romance quote true beautiful the-viscount-who-loved-me love-story
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.
Tag: beautiful
There's no need to curse God if you're an ugly duckling. He chooses those strong enough to endure it so that they can guide others who've felt the same.
Criss JamiTag: strength reason purpose people god gift beautiful ugly-duckling endure duckling swan
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 McGuireTag: sweet beautiful emotional
She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall - a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of paint cans that shielded Max Vandenburg. She removed the sheets closest to the wall until there was a small corridor to look through. The first part of him she saw was his shoulder, and through the slender gap, she slowly, painfully, inched her hand in until it rested there. His clothing was cool. He did not wake.
She could feel his breathing and his shoulder moving up and down ever so slightly. For a while, she watched him. Then she sat and leaned back.
Sleepy air seemed to have followed her.
The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder.
They breathed.
German and Jewish lungs.
Tag: friendship sleep jewish beautiful the-book-thief german
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 GreenTag: beautiful
All my life I dreamed of having someone think I was beautiful.
Maggie OsborneTag: life dream longing beautiful
Failure is not the end. In fact it is the beginning of a beautiful journey.
Jade YoussefTag: journey failure beautiful
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