A Thing Of Beauty Is Joy Forever นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Endless. Forever.

Everything new. Everything beautiful. Everything eeriely quiet.

Their harmonious voices carried the joy and contentment they felt in their hearts, filling the garden with a symphony of love. In the midst of their idyllic existence, the garden blossomed into a vibrant paradise, an enchanting canvas painted with vivid hues. The flowers unfurled their velvety petals, swaying gently in the breeze. The trees, with their branches outstretched, provided a canopy of shade and whispered secrets of ages past.

This love remained undiminished by her contempt. He left the room in the end, while Mia sought refuge on her bed, trembling at the thought of his return. He returned to the bar, unleashing the full force of his anger, the fury and the helplessness of feeling less than a stranger, feeling used. He destroyed everything in his path, sowing fear in the hearts of those who witnessed his rampage. He shattered objects as if they were the very man who had stolen the heart of the only woman he had ever loved – the only woman he had accepted as his, even though she never truly was.

No more endings. Just forever.

Our eternal promise. And nothing would ever change it. Nothing. Ever. For all time. That was certain. That was real. That was home. And I embraced it completely. Now and always. Forever and ever. With my whole heart. My whole being. My whole soul. This was life. This was love. This was purpose. This was everything. Perfect and beautiful and absolutely, wonderfully, miraculously right. Exactly as it should be. Exactly as it would always be. Forever.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Your beauty captivates the heart, oh virgin... It becomes an unforgettable charm. Your face is like a full moon painting. Presenting an inescapable beauty. The rays of your eyes hint at gentleness. Your smile is alluring and soothing to the soul. The embroidery of your lips is beautiful and charming. It becomes a very beautiful work of art. Your voice flows beautifully. Like an enchanting song. Your every move shudders gently. Spreading unforgettable warmth. Your beauty is not just in your face. It's in your whole incarnate self. Your perfect body becomes an aura that radiates clearly. A woman like you is a gift from God. Bringing happiness in every second of life. Your beauty is as soothin

“With the little meal, his strength returned to an extent and happiness naturally welled up within him. As he enjoyed the cool evening breeze, his favorite song came into his mind and he began to sing, his voice strikingly attractive, his tone absolutely bass, 'Beauty is the world, Grand wonderful, The sky, the trees, The meadow, the sun; They are all beautiful, Wonderful ,remarkable. Oh, oh, oh, oh… Ah, ah, wonderful, remarkable. Look at the sea, What do you see? Beauty, beauty, Grandeur, grandeur, The fishes, the hippos, The dolphins, the crocs; They're all beautiful, Wonderful, remarkable, Oh, oh, oh, oh… Ah, ah, wonderful, remarkable. I look at the moon, What do I see? Kings and queens,

The Lord has promised good to me, His Word my hope secures; He will my Shield and Portion be, As long as life endures. Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who called me here below, Will be forever mine. When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise