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Bob slowly went broke in the face of beauty.
It’s 2005, there’s got to be something better than Preparation H for these bags under my eyes.
Have you ever had a day so full of good things, caring people and beauty that you wish you could preserve it somehow; press it like dried rose petals, so that you could open the book and look it again and remember exactly how amazing it was…
His legs transitioned to his ass in such a smooth way as to make one think of sculpture reflecting muscle rather than muscle itself.
One morning he wasn’t there; the sweet old guy who made my morning coffee, brought me a rose from his garden, made me laugh, showed me photos from when he was young, and flirted lovingly with all the women.
She called her Rosie when no one else could, she smiled at rainbows with her, she was as compassionate a woman as anyone could hope to find, she filled this world with a gentleness that can never be matched and when it came time to farewell her, Rosie didn’t cling, she didn’t fuss and she didn’t cry, she just smiled at her and wished her well.
She spoke of being older, she said it was time to write about what it had all meant, her hands trembled slightly as she made the coffee, yet she clambered over boulders to bring you lemons from her garden, and hugging her goodbye felt like trying to hold a rose in your arms.
Yeah pal, I’m ready for whatever you’ve got, I started my day with a double rainbow and a sun shower, so do your worst.
Leave us our human beings as we find them, deliver them to us whole and intact, allow their unaltered lives to foster frustration, independence, beauty and a burning desire to create, give us back our sense of adoration for the individual, teach us not to yearn for homogeny, and just let us be.
Being common does not exclude extraordinary beauty.
At first glance, one wouldn’t think so, which I guess just goes to prove that first impressions can be wrong because many of her friends and family referred to her as ‘beautiful’ or ‘bella’ in lieu of her name and I’m sure they can’t all be delusional.
There’s something unsettlingly beautiful about a rusty railway bridge.
“When that day comes, I suppose I’ll be one of those dirty old men, white-bearded like Whitman, poking around in the stacks of derelict libraries, caressing the spines, perusing the neglected volumes, and contemplating how his desire for books only increases with age.”
People are just so damned beautiful.
She is the picture of perfection, the realisation of life, the embodiment of true love; she is beautiful and, above all, she is loved.
I really love cows and every time I see them I want to give them a bit cuddly kiss.
The price to pay for having beautiful exfoliated skin from Dove must be that you are forced to smell like play doh…yuk.
1. The existence of a woman like Bakerina.
The world is occasionally so beautiful that it seems to make its own music.
The night before last, I found a small, but deeply beautiful puddle.
Some words just beckon for a sentence to call their own.
My eyes are full of the images of history; the chaos, the beauty, the blood, and the grace.
Was a good man with a heart fit for ten men and a sense of humour that will outlast his beautiful, long life.
Sometimes I would lie on his grave and gaze out at the lake, feeling a little guilty about appreciating all the beauty while he was under so much earth, but then the mosquitoes would arrive, proving that grandpa was always a step ahead.
Flouncy hair does not make you a rarefied beauty.
Her hair was like the flow of a river and would haunt the rest of his living days.
It might have been a hovel, but it was hers and it was full of the detritus of words unloved.
It's been all downhill since 1972.
He tried living plainly, doing his best to avoid the burden of the inherent sadness he saw in all things beautiful, but even that failed him when he felt the perfect beauty of his simple life.
A measure of beauty will always outweigh an equal measure of ugliness.
The world filled with colours and misshapen beauties, rolled and roiled, meshed and clashed, until finally, soaring back into space, all that she could see was the single most stunning and confusing noisewave of rainbow shimmering coloured seashell.
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