beautiful-creatures

If you could imagine the color of anger, it had been splashed over every wall. Rage, something dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the room, hatred flickering underneath every lampshade. The floor was bathed in a creeping shadow, a particular darkness that had seeped up into the walls.......

Theres something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they're close, like you could reach out and touch them. But you cant because sometimes things look alot closer than they seem

Coming into your powers can be a very confusing time. Perhaps there is a book on the subject. If you like, we can go see Marian."Yeah, right. Choices and Changes. A Modern Girl's Guide to Casting. My Mom Wants to Kill Me: A Self-Help Book For Teens.

She didn't want to go far, just out of the trees so she could see the stars. They always eased her loneliness. She thought of them as beautiful creatures, burning and cold; each solitary, and bleak, and silent like her.

Her eyes were like the sea before a storm on the Carolina coast.

Her voice, unfolding like a tiny bright memory in the darkest, furthest corner of my mind.

We are all beautiful creation of God.

I am blessed.I am beautiful.I am great.

There__ something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they__e so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can__. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.

The weather had changed, all right. Gatlin had never seen a storm like this. And she probably didn't even know it was raining.

It had been a long, dull day at Jackson without Hurrican Lena, and I was starting to wonder how I ever got through eight periods without all the trouble she caused me. Without all the trouble she made me want to cause myself.

. . . I could't get lost in the story, not the way you need to be, to become somebody else.

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,Her soul in division from itselfClimbing, falling She knew not where,Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declareA beautiful lofty thing, or a thingHeroically lost, heroically found.No matter what disaster occurredShe stood in desperate music wound,Wound, wound, and she made in her triumphWhere the bales and the baskets layNo common intelligible soundBut sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea

I feel more human when I compare the cuteness of a lizard to a newborn child's sweetness. Both are God's creations filled with precious innocence

Beauty is discernible in your fleeting moments. When you talk; in a smile or a blink of your eye; beauty is discernible. I can feel it in the skin of your nape when I kiss it. You must know how to preserve it for a long time; I do not know how long that would be possible. Many things may change. Many new things may meet your eyes, allure you; you may be corrupted by them. Then? What will you do then? All that has made you beautiful will be gone_

No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful

Beauty exists, even in unlikely places. The key isn't to open your eyes but to open your heart.

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.