If you roll a pearl around your mouth it slowly reveals the dreams of oysters, memories of the sea, the taste of orgasm.
Life is made up of a few moments all strung together like pearls. Each moment is a pearl, and it is up to us to pick the ones with the highest luster. If we do...
At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
Value them; they are pearls of great price
This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.
After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little...
I’m pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.
Marco Polo had seen the inhabitants of Zipangu place rose-colored pearls in the mouths of the dead. A sea-monster had been enamoured of the pearl that the diver brought to King Perozes, and had slain...
If we never experience the chill of a dark winter, it is very unlikely that we will ever cherish the warmth of a bright summer’s day. Nothing stimulates our appetite for the simple joys of...
—Anthon St. Maarten
Even pearls are dark before the whiteness of his teeth.
Coco Chanel used to talk about wearing more than one string of pearls. Why wear one if you can wear two, or something to that effect. I think that one string of pearls is just...
—C. JoyBell C.
As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.
The French Revolution was the best thing to ever happen inside a croissant the shape of the Fertile Crescent, with a flaky crust like a politician with dandruff.” Of course, when Orafoura told me this...
I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.
But pearls are for tears, the old legend says,” Gilbert had objected.”I’m not afraid of that. And tears can be happy as well as sad. My very happiest moments have been when I had tears...
Kad umrem, prekinuce se jedna srebrna nit sa nanizanim glatkim biserima koji ce se rasuti po zemlji i otkotrljati kuci svojim majkama skoljkama na dnu mora.Ko ce zaroniti za mojim biserima kad mene ne bude...
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