There are exactly as many special occasions in life as we choose to celebrate.
I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.
(a.) Having the qualities which constitute beauty; pleasing to the sight or the mind.
At this the Wart's eyes grew rounder and rounder, until they were about as big as the owl's who was sitting on his shoulder, and his face got redder and redder, and a breath seemed to gather itself be...
I'm a beautiful mess of contradiction,A chaotic display of imperfection.
You won't forget a woman like her, easily anyway. Once you cross paths with Magic it's hard to see life the same.
Good people are always beautiful.
It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.
Nature is powerful and beautiful,Nature is destructive and creative,Nature is amazing and wonderful,Nature is loving and graceful.
I believe there are beautiful things seen by the astronauts. The indications revealed. That few of us realize life is quite surreal
An ordinary man gets arrogant with beauty, conceited with knowledge and ruthless with power.
I'd imagine my wedding as a fairy tale... huge, beautiful and white.
Your flesh is not a reflection of your soul. So when you look in the mirror, remember that your light outshines your flaws.
I don't have a garden full of flowers.I have a garden full of love.
You wanted hearts and flowers. You have my heart - & here are the flowers.
Her complexity is a glorious fire that consumes, while her simplicity goes unapproachable. But if one takes time to understand her, there is something beautiful to find, something simple to be loved....
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...
When she smiles, the lines in her face become epic narratives that trace the stories of generations that no book can replace.
She would only let you know her, little by little ~ never giving too much away but willing to share the small parts that make up her life, she falls slowly like that ~ love isn't a maybe thing in her...
I hope that someday when I am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off of these pages and thinks, "I would have loved her.
My beauty is my eccentricity, when I am out people stare at me and speak, look at that creative guy, unique guy, different guy.