Every poet will forever try to write the greatest poem ever written, I have found that this kind of poem can be written with “One” word. And that word consists of a beauty beyond any measure to man and one of the most beauty creations to grace th...
I think the role of the Bond woman has changed so much over the years that it now doesn't follow a typical archetypical view. Before, it was very much a beautiful woman who didn't contribute much and who usually ended up getting killed or was arm can...
And then I'm dancing, swept away by the music and the magic and Ryn's arms guiding me. We spin graceful circles around the floor. Ryn lets go of me and I twirl beneath his arm, laughing at the same time. It is so me, and yet I find I'm actually enjoy...
She can’t explain or quite understand what it is that is special about dancing with Harry. When he opens his arms to her, he is so sure, the way he holds her, not too hard, not too soft. Like coming home. Where she belongs. The way he moves her. Th...
She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat’s. She was still beautiful. Looking at her, h...
Freedom is what beauty feels like when it can most express itself.
My mother is a beauty.
Beauty is being in harmony with what you are.
I admire natural, untouched beauty.
Beautiful Evidence is about the theory and practice of analytical design.
I gave life, and that is beautiful.
I'm not the beautiful one.
Happiness is in nature, beauty, and tranquility.
Sometimes I go about pitying myself / And all the while I am being carried across the sky / By beautiful clouds.
Mathematics is the music of reason.
Music has no race. It appeals to everybody.
Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.
Well,' said Mrs. Erdleigh, speaking kindly, as if to a child who has proposed a game inevitably associated with the breakage of china, 'I trouble will come of it if we do.
I like great music, but who doesn’t? Oh yeah, deaf people.
To him the stars seemed like so many musical notes affixed to the sky, just waiting for somebody to unfasten them. Someday the sky would be emptied, but by then the earth would be a constellation of musical scores
Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.
