beautiful

Beautiful people, things are to easy for them. They don't know how to survive in this world. Somebody's ugly, or even plain, normal-looking, that means they got to work twice as hard for things. For anything. Just to get peple to listen to 'em, or take 'em serious. So yeah. I don't trust beautiful people.

Never believe the beautiful. Trust me on this.

One call can change your mood,one call can solve some problems,one call can change you life,one call can brings back to your love,one call can comfort,one call can brings back trust.keep doing sudden calls..

Morning came in through the blinds cutting everything into ribbons.

There are beautiful things in the world and there are sad things and when they come together they make a star. The light is far away and the strangest part is that the light is inside you.

Dont give up because you are not getting much.Keep shining ur light no matter how small.God makes all things(small/big)beautiful in his time

Love light.

You are beautiful and magical and perfect, especially because of your flaws. Those cracks are what let the light in, baby.

It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world's existence.

It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful,the way I actually did.

The World is Bright & Beautiful

Use your imagination to create your beautiful life.

Be beautiful if you can, wise if you want to, but be respected - that is essential.

Reading is a beautiful prayer for knowledge.

The next morning I told Mom I couldn't go to school again. She asked what was wrong. I told her, __he same thing that__ always wrong._ __ou__e sick?_ __'m sad._ __bout Dad?_ __bout everything._ She sat down on the bed next to me, even though I knew she was in a hurry. __hat's everything?_ I started counting on my fingers: __he meat and dairy products in our refrigerator, fistfights, car accidents, Larry__ __ho's Larry?_ __he homeless guy in front of the Museum of Natural History who always says __ promise it__ for food_ after he asks for money._ She turned around and I zipped her dress while I kept counting. __ow you don__ know who Larry is, even though you probably see him all the time, how Buckminster just sleeps and eats and goes to the bathroom and has no __aison d__tre_, the short ugly guy with no neck who takes tickets at the IMAX theater, how the sun is going to explode one day, how every birthday I always get at least one thing I already have, poor people who get fat because they eat junk food because it__ cheaper_ That was when I ran out of fingers, but my list was just getting started, and I wanted it to be long, because I knew she wouldn't leave while I was still going. __domesticated animals, how I have a domesticated animal, nightmares, Microsoft Windows, old people who sit around all day because no one remembers to spend time with them and they__e embarrassed to ask people to spend time with them, secrets, dial phones, how Chinese waitresses smile even when there__ nothing funny or happy, and also how Chinese people own Mexican restaurants but Mexican people never own Chinese restaurants, mirrors, tape decks, my unpopularity in school, Grandma__ coupons, storage facilities, people who don__ know what the Internet is, bad handwriting, beautiful songs, how there won__ be humans in fifty years__ __ho said there won't be humans in fifty years?_ I asked her, __re you an optimist or a pessimist?_ She looked at her watch and said, __'m optimistic._ __hen I have some bed news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon._ __hy do beautiful songs make you sad?_ __ecause they aren't true._ __ever?_ __othing is beautiful and true.

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

During those times, only under piles of blankets did she feel substantial enough not to drift away; they kept her weighted down and a part of the world. But eventually her dog's persistence and her own strong will would win over, and she'd drag herself up from the thick bog and go back to her chores and her books, carving the missing days into the wall so they did not escape entirely.

Kache did not know how to rewind his life, how to undo the one thing that had undone him. His world was indeed flat, and he'd fallen off the edge and landed stretched out on a sofa, on pause, while the television pictures moved and the voices instructed him on everything he needed to know about everything--except how to bring his mom and his dad and Denny back from the dead.