“Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.”— Toni Morrison, amazon.com
“It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves.”— Toni Morrison, amazon.com
“Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another--physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.”— Toni Morrison, amazon.com
“At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.”— Toni Morrison, books.google.com
“It's been an ugly day. she said and continued. 'Tell me something beautiful.' He said her name.”— Phillip Verma, indiatimes.com
“Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.”— Holly Black, amazon.com
“he placed his hands on my mind before reaching for my waist my hips or my lips he didn't call me beautiful first he called me exquisite - how he touches me”— Rupi Kaur, amazon.com
“did i sit here soaking in the idea that no one else would love me that way. when it was i that taught you. when it was i that showed you how to fill. the way i needed to be filled. how cruel i was to myself. giving you credit for my warmth simply because you had felt it. thinking it was you who gave…”— Rupi Kaur, amazon.com
“I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous projection of the moon's sumptuous personality. This was a city of Pretend, created by the hypnotism o…”— E. E Cummings, amazon.com
“Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt...”— E. E Cummings, amazon.com
“somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“along the brittle treacherous bright streets of memory comes my heart,singing like an idiot, whispering like a drunken man”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“i charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tints of yellow dawn, into the women-coloured twilight”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com