She was--I keep using the past tense; I ought to say she is--one of those people who, at first sight, look plain, are quiet, unassertive, unmemorable even. But who, when they start to talk and you get to know them, become more and more attractive and impressive, and you see that in fact they are beautiful. Not conventionally beautiful, not celebrity beautiful, but beautiful all through.
Aidan ChambersTag: beautiful beautiful-women beautiful-people
My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.
I lock away the things that do not serve me.
Tag: simile beautiful destroy-me warner
He saw her right after the seventh-period bell rang. She seemed dressed for the sole purpose of blending in with the lockers, but she stood out, anyway. It didn’t matter that her wide blue eyes were narrowed or that her pretty mouth was twisted into a near snarl — she was blatantly beautiful. It was kind of sick the way Ed was preoccupied with beautiful girls these days.
He felt a little sorry for her. (He was also preoccupied with finding ways of feeling sorry for people.) She was new and trying hard not to look it. She was confused and trying to look tough. It was endearing is what it was.
Tag: school blending-in beautiful pity snarls endearing lockers
The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic.
“Well,” said Jack at last. “What do you think? Shall we run away, and live on the secret island?”
“Yes!” whispered all the children.
“Let’s!
Tag: children secret lonely mysterious beautiful island running-away
Funny hoe everything can change in an instant. From death to life. From empty to full. From darkness to light.
Or maybe I just wasn't looking. I hadn't known that light could be a feeling and sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or a person or this moment or something else entirely.
Tag: life time moments lessons beautiful
Stella scribbled
in thick black texta
across half the pages
of my best storybook,
filled with people who ventured
where their hearts took them.
Beautiful worlds beyond mine.
Tag: people beautiful hearts pages worlds scribbles storybook
In the balance of love and loss, it was love that made me struggle to… Breathe.
Rebecca DonovanTag: love loss breathing beautiful reason-to-breathe rebecca-donovan emma-thomas
You are only as beautiful as your last action ...
Stephen RichardsTag: self-help action beautiful beauty-in-nature cosmic-ordering mind-power stephen-richards
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 HaleIt was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world's existence.
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