Fallon affected my body in weird ways. But only because she’s different, I told myself.

Listen to your instinct. It is your greatest treasure. Your beauty in the outside reflects your inner beauty.

A woman’s love for a man should never be taken for granted. What is life without love?

Use your imagination to create your beautiful life.

Make each day a beautiful day of your life.

I erupt from the dark, crushing tunnel into a flash of light and noise. A new kind of air surrounds me, dry and cold, as they wipe the last smears of home off my skin. I feel a sharp pain as they snip something, and suddenly I am less. I am no one but myself,...

The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maerad could simply pick out of the sky.

There are exactly as many special occasions in life as we choose to celebrate.

It was the time of year when migrating crows wheeled across the sky, thunderous flocks that moved like a single veil, and I heard them, out there in the wild chirruping air. Turing to the window, I watched the birds fill the sky before disappearing, and when the air was still again, I watched the...

Wherever you travel to, appreciate the culture and beauty of the place.

Becoming hurts.

When you travel, take many photographs of the place to have a historical memories of the place.

But monsters are.” She opened her mouth wide and showed Azhar the wildflowers sitting on her tongue.

When you travel observe the beauty of the place.

We can never forget the the beautiful places we have been.

We are all beautiful creation of God.

Something is going to happen, Laura thought. She was going to be kissed. On one side of a kiss was childhood, sunshine,innocence, toys and, on the other, people embracing, darkness, passion and the admittance of a person who, no matter how loved, must always have a quality of otherness, not only to her confidence, but...

From the earth, from the air, sustaining forces pour into us–mostly from the earth. To no man does the earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses himself down upon her long and powerfully, when he buries his face and his limbs deep in her from the fear of death by shell-fire,...

It was a woman–as pale and luminescent as a ghost, with swirling white hair. Ezra startled, dropping his pencil into the water. Her face snapped toward him. Her eyes were too large, clear green, and had horizontal, slit-shaped pupils, reminiscent of an octopus.

And I howled at that swarm and the crops and the sky, and the stars should have quit because there weren’t no reason to be shining.

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who’d died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.

The density of the butterflies in the air now gave her a sense of being underwater, plunged into a deep pond among bright fishes.

a single-file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it down to the dark for their ravenous queen. and, in reply, a choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. this forest eats itself and lives forever.

The sun hitched up her trousers and soldiered on up into the sky. September squinted at it and wondered if the sun here was different than the sun in Nebraska. It seemed gentler, more golden, deeper. The shadows it cast seemed more profound. But September could not be sure. When one is traveling, everything looks...

All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she’d left behind.

I felt that I was burning underwater.

Each instant brought them, more momentous than the explosion of Krakatoa. It was only that no one noticed. We are to accustomed to the absurdity of existence. The loss of a universe is not worth taking seriously.

…en av de mänskliga rättigheterna måste vara den att för en tid fådra sig undan allt som händer och sitta så här vid sidan av skeendet,få vända världen ryggen ett ögonblick medan solen lyser och hjärtat fortsätter att dunka.

Together they spent their whole lives waiting for their luck to change, as though luck were some fabulous tide that would one day flood and consecrate the marshes of our island, christening us in the iridescent ointments of a charmed destiny.

The wind swoops over the tenements on Orchard Street, where some of those starry-eyed dreams have died and yet other dreams are being born into squalor and poverty, an uphill climb. It gives a slap to the laundry stretched on lines between tenements, over dirty, broken streets where, even at this hour, hungry children scour...

She said his music was tuned to the biggest music there ever was, the music of the stars.

Every now and then we enter the presence of the numinous and deduce for an instant how we’re formed, in what detail the force that infuses every petal might specifically run through us, wishing only to lure us into our full potential.

His dear face, dear to her, dearer still. how could she love his face more for its damage? What kind of person saw someone’s suffering and felt her heart crack open even wider, even more sweetly than before? There was something wrong with her. It was wrong to want to touch a scar and call...

Science rock: The pursuit of science, lead us to the beautiful places of the world.

We cannot claim to love God, if we continue to live in unclean environment and pollute the waters. God gave man and woman the authority to rule every living creature and to safeguard the living resources. We have a duty to perform and responsibility to fulfil this role.

Listen to your inner voice. Look deeply into soul, there is beauty surrounding you.

But in the name of all that is holy, Mosca, of all the people you could have taken up with, why Eponymous Clent?” murmured Kohlrabi.Because I’d been hording words for years, buying them from peddlers and carving them secretly on bits of bark so I wouldn’t forget them, and then he turned up using words...

We must experience Heaven on earth;May your homes, surroundings and work places portray a safe clean environment.

Their lives have a size and a shape now. Estha has his and Rahel hers.Edges, Borders, Boundaries, Brinks and Limits have appeared like a team of trolls on their separate horizons. Short creatures with long shadows, patrolling the Blurry End. Gentle half-moons have gathered under their eyes and they are as old as Ammu was...

I’m not sure. But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We...

Sometimes I wore smiles but didn’t feel them. Sometimes I felt them and didn’t wear them. I didn’t want her to know how much I craved this. I bit my bottom lip.

A glorious death would be in myfinal breath to take before I die, to hearone final time on my belovèd’s mouththe sound of her eternal sigh.

All beautiful things must end. Otherwise they are not beautiful.

I’m like the moon,” he started, “the hidden side of the moon. Not seen because it don’t want to be seen. Everyone knows ther’s is shadow there, but no one looks. It’s like that with me, Byrd. I’m part illuminated, part in shadow-and that part that shines is all you ever wanted to see. But...

Men do not die on mornings like this:whatever happens then happens in their name,like the lives of obscure saints, who exist only in folk memory.

MYTH: Beautiful Writing Trumps AllREALITY: Storytelling Trumps Beautiful Writing, Every Time

We can only live life when we understand life.

We can never forget the beautiful places we have been.

She wanted to stay out there, to hang on her branch in the world until the cold had burned down to her bones. She could leave her whitened bones scattered on the snow and depart like light. Whitened bones. A whited sepulcher.

At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats.