228 Quotes About Beautiful-writing

There was a wonderful sunset across the distant sky, reflected in the sea, streaked with blood and puffed with avenging purple and gold as if the end of the world had come without intruding on every-day life.

Something had happened in this house.She wasn't sure where the thought came from, when exactly it had been born, but it arrived now like a force, like a storm.

I started to murmur my own spell, but I found myself thinking not of roses but of water, and thirsty ground; building underneath his magic instead of trying to overlay it.

Nothing is set in stone. A bird can be refolded into a boat, a fish, a kimono, or any other extravagant vision. At other times it aches to return to its original folds. The paper begins to fray. It tires, rebels.

I couldn't speak;I only nodded,and it sent a tear sliding down my cheek,to her hand. "See?" she said with a quavering smile. "You feel so much,Sawyer. So much." She wiped the tear into her palm. "I'm going to keep this," she said,then turned and walked away.

Her beautiful face was blank as an unwritten book.

I couldn't speak;I only nodded,and it sent a tear sliding down my cheek,to her hand. "See?"she said with a quavering smile. "You feel so much,Sawyer. So much. "She wiped the tear into her palm. "I'm going to keep this,"she said,then turned and walked away.

Fire wouldn't burn he; blade wouldn't cut her, no matter how long we hacked away.

And then everyone in the room started laughing. My dad and my uncles and aunts - if there's one thing they knew how to do, it was laugh. My dad called that sort of behavior whistling in the dark.