228 Quotes About Beautiful-writing

He starts to hum, a haunting melody. No words ride the music, only the familiar notes of a forgotten song.

Mara : I'm too selfish to leave youNoah Shaw : I'm too selfish to let you

The sun was trembling on the brink of the world, the shadows at their longest, and they still had several kilometers to go.

Something wrong?""No." David's voice was low and full of emotion. "I just wanted to look at you.""What do you see?""My future.

Lua and Marie are holding hands.They look like they’re so happy, just inside this moment, watching the kids and the lights on their old fibro house.Lua kisses her.Just softly on the lips.And she kisses back.Sometimes people are beautiful.Not in looks.Not in what they say.Just in what they are.

And still the light kept coming. It poured out of me, boundless and violent. But even as it swelled, it didn't leave me. I felt myself moving with it, a part of it, moving through earth and air, soaking up shadow. And I felt connected to everything. I felt the city, the motion of engines and tires and feet, of doors opening, of throats trembling with sound. I smelled soil and snow, grease, garbage, sweat, breath, heat. I felt the earth, and everything beneath and Beneath.

Pale as a candle flame in the dusk, tallow-pale, he stalked along, holding her hand, and Louie looked up and beyond him at the enfeebled stars. Thus, for many years, she had seen her father's head, a ghostly earth flame against the heavens, from her little height. Sam looked down on the moon of her face; the dayshine was enough still to light the eyeballs swimming up to him.

Holy and pure are the drops that fall, When the young bride goes from her father's hall; She goes unto love yet untried and new— She parts from love which hath still been true.

In the bush he taught the knots I use to tie my blanket to my saddle Ds also the way I stand to use a carpenter's plane and the trick of catching fish with a bush fly and a strip of greenhide these things are like the dark marks made in the rings of great trees locked forever in my daily self.