What Beauty There Is Quotes

“sometimes a person who has survived losing everything builds the hardest shell over the tenderest soul.”
― Cory Anderson, What Beauty There Is

“People try to create order. Discipline. Rules. It gives them peace. A sense of regulation. Of strength. It makes them feel in control. But life is chaos, reader. The sooner you learn this, the better.”
― Cory Anderson, What Beauty There Is

“sometimes you realize that the thing you wanted all this time isn’t what you really wanted.” She stood watching him. Then she spoke, softly. “I guess we all learn that. Sometime or other. Every one of us.”
― Cory Anderson, What Beauty There Is

“Don’t worry. All of this happened a long time ago. Sometimes, none of it has happened yet.”
― Cory Anderson, What Beauty There Is

“once saw a deer get hit by three arrows and keep going. It took him a whole day to die. I followed him. I lost him for a while but then found him again, tracked him farther into the woods than I’d ever been. He was weaker by then, because of the arrows the hunter hit him with. Up close he was hurt worse than I first thought and covered in blood from the battle he’d fought. When he finally fell, I walked up and knelt by him. His hair was matted and warm and slick, and his ribs were rising and falling. Long ears and velvet antlers. He blinked and gazed at me. Dark lashes, his gentle brown eyes. I put my hand on his neck. I stayed there and looked in those eyes until the last of the light went away from them and his ribs were still. Then I got up and went home. I think about that deer. I see him all the time.”
― Cory Anderson, What Beauty There Is

“To you girls I want to say
Some men will shut you up.
They will hide a girl from the world.
But you.
Smart you.
Brave, beautiful you.
You do not belong in a box.
Break the door.
Go, you.
Walk in the sun.”
― Cory Anderson, What Beauty There Is

“once saw a deer get hit by three arrows and keep going. It took him a whole day to die. I followed him. I lost him for a while but then found him again, tracked him farther into the woods than I’d ever been. He was weaker by then, because of the arrows the hunter hit him with. Up close he was hurt worse than I first thought and covered in blood from the battle he’d fought. When he finally fell, I walked up and knelt by him. His hair was matted and warm and slick, and his ribs were rising and falling. Long ears and velvet antlers. He blinked and gazed at me. Dark lashes, his gentle brown eyes. I put my hand on his neck. I stayed there and looked in those eyes until the last of the light went away from them and his ribs were still. Then I got up and went home. I think about that deer. I see him all the”
― Cory Anderson, What Beauty There Is