"And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived."
— Stephenie Meyer (New Moon)

"Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing."
— Mother Teresa

"behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain."
— Bob Dylan

"I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off."
— Angela Carter

"What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if,when you awoke,you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?"
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

"I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I wanna chase
You're the one I wanna hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul"
— Jesse McCartney (Jesse McCartney - Beautiful Soul)

"He reached up t0 grab one and came down with several, and they kept coming, washing over him, floating all around him. Never have tampon strings seemed so beautiful as they rolled up and down with the wind, landing on the ground and then twirling and floating up again, falling and rising and falling and rising."
— John Green (An Abundance of Katherines)

"ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars"
— Leonard Cohen (Beautiful Losers)

"His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of mans heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy."
— William Golding (Lord of the Flies)

""Beautiful is felt, not seen.""
— Lise Bennett

"There are no people who are ugly. There are only people who are beautiful."
— Rin Avey

"Better to illuminate than merely to shine to deliver to others contemplated truths than merely to contemplate."
— Saint Thomas Aquinas

"The experience of this sweet life."
— Dante Alighieri

"I think the only necessary conclusion is that we are too beautiful, because being not beautiful at all just doesn't make sense."
— Zoe Trope

""Everybody has a somebody""
— andrea anderson

""Beautiful is something you become.""
— Lise Bennett

"Whereas the beautiful is limited, the sublime is limitless, so that the mind in the presence of the sublime, attempting to imagine what it cannot, has pain in the failure but pleasure in contemplating the immensity of the attempt"
— Immanuel Kant (Critique of Pure Reason)

"John Longridge, the cook at Harley-street, had suffered from low spirits for more than thirty years, and he was quick to welcome Stephen as a newcomer to the freemasonry of melancholy."
— Susanna Clarke (Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell)

"Modesty answers not the crude how of femininity, but the beautiful why."
— Wendy Shalit (A Return to Modesty: Discovering the Lost Virtue)

""If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.""
— Nicolas Sparks

"'Bina, thank you. Bina, listen, this guy. His name wasn't Lasker. This guy-'

She puts a hand to his mouth. She has not touched him in three years. It probably would be too much to say that he feels the darkness lift at the touch of her fingertips against his lips. But it shivers, and light bleeds in among the cracks."
— Michael Chabon (The Yiddish Policemen's Union)

"I didn't cause it. I can't control it. I can't cure it."
— David Sheff

"What a sad paradox, thought Amalfitano. Now even bookish pharmacists are afraid to take on the great, imperfect, torrential works, books that blaze paths into the unknown. They choose the perfect exercises of the great masters. Or what amounts to the same thing: they want to watch the great masters spar, but they have no interest in real combat, when the great masters struggle against that something, that something that terrifies us all, that something that cows us and spurs us on, amid blood and mortal wounds and stench."
— Roberto Bolaño (2666)

"Before there was an American Story, before Paterson spread before Oscar and Lola like a dream, or the trumpets from the Island of our eviction had even sounded, there was their mother, Hypatia Belicia Cabral: a girl so tall your leg bones ached just looking at her so dark it was as if the Creatrix had, in her making, blinked"
— Junot Díaz

"kalepa ta kala"
— dunno...some Greek

"Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the top. On the sand banks the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray, sculptured stones."
— John Steinbeck (Of Mice and Men)

"His plate was full but his fists sat motionless like two dark quartz stones on either side of it."
— Flannery O'Connor (The Complete Stories)

""Sometimes I have the feeling that we're in one room with two opposite doors and each of us holds the handle of one door, one of us flicks an eyelash and the other is already behind his door, and now the first one has but to utter a word ad immediately the second one has closed his door behind him and can no longer be seen. He's sure to open the door again for it's a room which perhaps one cannot leave. If only the first one were not precisely like the second, if he were calm, if he would only pretend not to look at the other, if he slowly set the room in order as though it were a room like any other; but instead he does exactly the same as the other at his door, sometimes even both are behind the doors and the the beautiful room is empty." Franz Kafka (in a letter to Milena Jesenska)"
— Edmund White (The Beautiful Room Is Empty)

"A woman once of some height, she is bent small, and the lingering strands of black look dirty in her white hair. She carries a cane, but in forgetfulness, perhaps, hangs it over her forearm and totters along with it dangling loose like an outlandish bracelet. Her method of gripping her gardener is this: he crooks his right arm, pointing his elbow toward her shoulder, and she shakily brings her left forearm up within his and bears down heavily on his wrist with her lumpish freckled fingers. Her hold is like that of a vine to a wall; one good pull will destroy it, but otherwise it will survive all weathers."
— John Updike (Rabbit, Run)

"Everybody has a somebody."
— Andrea Anderson