“After a snowstorm is the best time to be in the woods, because all the empty beer and soda cans and candy wrappers disappear, and you don't have to try as hard to be in another time. Plus there's just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on.” TryingHardBeautifulWalkingEmptyWoodsDisappearSnowBeerPlusCandyBest TimesSomething BeautifulSodaAnother TimeSnowstorms Book:Tell the Wolves I'm Home: A Novel Source: Tell the Wolves I'm Home: A Novel
“A beautiful hand is an excellent thing in woman; it is a charm that never palls; and better than all, it is a means of fascinating that never disappears.” MeanHandsBeautifulDisappearExcellentCharmFascinating Author:Benjamin Disraeli
“Sex as something beautiful may soon disappear. Once it was a knife so finely honed the edge was invisible until it was touched and then it cut deep. Now it is so blunt that it merely bruises and leaves ugly marks.” MayBeautifulSexCuttingMarkEdgesUglyDisappearInvisibleTouchedKnivesBluntBruisesSomething Beautiful Book:A life on film Source: A life on film
“The future is always fairyland to the young. Life is like a beautiful and winding lane, on either side bright flowers, and beautiful butterflies and tempting fruits, which we scarcely pause to admire and to taste, so eager are we to hasten to an opening which we imagine will be more beautiful still. But by degrees, as we advance, the trees grow bleak; the flowers and butterflies fail, the fruits disappear, and we find we have arrived--to reach a desert waste.” StillsBeautifulYoungLife IsGrowsSidesImagineFailingTreeFlowerTasteFutureDegreesWasteFruitDisappearAdmireOpeningDesertButterflyPausesLife Is LikeLanesBleakTemptingYoung LifeBeautiful Butterfly Author:George Augustus Henry Sala
“The finest works of art are those in which there is the least matter. The closer expression comes to thought, the more the word clings to the idea and disappears, the more beautiful the work of art.” ThinkingArtIdeasMatterBeautifulArtistLanguageExpressionDisappearThoughtfulWorks Of ArtFinest Author:Gustave Flaubert