Aesthetic Books Quotes Novels & Stories

He continued, "Something happens to me when I am in her presence, I cannot describe it to the intellect; it seems to me that from her lips there issues forth a lady so beautiful, the memory cannot hold her, because at once another is born of her, of unknown beauty, from whom it seems a star arises and says, 'Your salvation is come forth'." Nic looked at her again. Her long charcoal eyelashes lay gently down on her face. Her cute, tiny round nose and full lips caught his attention. He placed the book down on the floor and recited the rest by memory, for it was one of his favorite poems. And now he could truly understand what the author meant.

I scrunched my nose with the familiar scent of the painted paved archaic walls where the big old portraits were hanged and displayed grandly and the greek Doric columns which exhibit minimalistic beauty in simplicity. Bibliosmia... The wooden smell coming from the old books mixed with the faint aroma of coffee that surrounds this marvelous room entices me every time and bewitches me to be indulged and unravel the implicit bareness of each wonderfully crafted book up until its tiniest details. I returned the book I brought to its rightful own place and picked a new one to read on the same shelf. I traced my fingers to the dusty old letters engraved on the hardbound cover. Mythology...

For her, every book that the author is writing is a masterpiece. 'The best secret are the most twisted one...' That quote is Metamorphoses trademark. He always put that quote on every ending of his/her published book. That's why when Anastasia heard it from the prince, she's already certain that the man who's in front of her, matching her bewildered expression, is no other than the author of the book that she is currently into...Metamorphoses. "I-its you right?" Anastasia ask again for clarification. Prince Alistair tried to open his mouth to say something but close it again. He doesn't know what to say nor doesn't have any idea how to react. His mind instantly went blank after hearing his p

She smiles, and I nod, as w esay bye, and I end the call. ___________ I walk into the bookshop, I'm wearing a blue sundress, my hair is plaited into a bun, glasses perched on my nose, and a nude bag. I stare round the bookshop, It's aesthetic, giving p*******t-y vibe, I smile, loving the decor, and the music playing softly, I recognize it as one of Halsey's masterpiece - Clementine. "Hello." I smile at the woman behind the counter, I look at the book she's reading, and I smile in approval.

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we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

Found the book I had come for — one for her, one for me, one because the cover was interesting and that had always been reason enough. "Everything that you are," I said to her quietly, "started here. With two people looking at each other across a street." I looked at her face. "Which sounds too simple for what it produced. But that is what it was." She grabbed the edge of my coat. "I know," I said. "Simple is underrated." At the counter I paid and the bookseller — an older woman who had been in this shop for years, who had the particular quality of someone who understood what bookshops were for — looked at her and said: beautiful.

She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”

She looked really good. "Babe, it suits you so well", I gushed. I got my hair washed and dyed a midnight blue that the blue tint would only be visible in bright light. Once the hair was dyed i got a Brazilian blow dry to temporarily straighten it. Afterwards we got lunch and then went to American Swiss, I had bought her a bracelet that said "We rise by lifting one another" a quote by Robert Ingersoll. It also had my initials, ZLM and a heart engraved on it. I had asked them to do it when we were at the Sorbet. I wanted to give her a little gift to remind her of me. She cried when I gave it to her and then we parted ways.

I put on a robe and pick up a book at random before going out to the backyard patio. As I stand outside looking at the gray sky, I wonder what is in store for me. Light abounds, yet I can see nothing except the darkness. The fresh air soothes me. I’ve always liked rainy and windy weather. I open the book and read aloud the quote on the first page. “Stay on the edge of the abyss, survey the scene for longer than is tolerable, understand the precise contours of your feelings, the exact distance of their depth, the way the ground pushes against the bottom of your feet. Live!”