Aesthetic Quotes Novels & Stories

Toby replied, gesturing to her to follow him whilst he showed her all his still live photography, landscapes and portrait. The photographs looked so real. So eye-catching that if hung up in a museum, one'd have to pay a buckload to get just a glimpse of it. That was how charming it was. How aesthetic. "I love them." She said, gazing at the photographs over and over. Eyes filled with adoration. "It's impossible to not love them." Toby teased with a knowing smirk. She spared him a glance, curling her lips into a scoff. "Didn't know you're quite the egotistical one."

Aurora’s phone began to buzz nonstop under the flood of Megan’s texts. [Oh my god, this director’s sense of aesthetics is incredible! He captured every bit of your beauty perfectly!] [The moment I saw this poster, I just knew that this director must be a genius!] [Who needs a goddess when you exist? It’s the perfect blend of talent and beauty. Only a true artist could capture your charm this perfectly!] Aurora rubbed her forehead, half laughing, half helpless. She typed a quiet reply. [He’s a variety show director…]

she mumbled and I glanced over to her meeting her gaze for a split second. "Do you have a favourite quote?" She asked softly "Whatever one loves most is beautiful" "I don't think I've gotten that far," "You haven't," I mumbled knowing she was just pages away. "What does your quote mean to you?" I asked referring to the one she had mentioned earlier. "Never let your emotions cloud your logic," she announced her meaning aligning with mine and I looked over to her to find her appreciating the passing trees a smile greeting my face. "And yours?" She asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me.

Perhaps a place like this deserved the title of 'beauty'; the pure and unwavering kind. At that word she felt her face twitch slightly as her mind sparked into hellfire, dense lightening quaking through her muscles and bones. Her teeth bitterly roped in her thoughts as distant faces and feelings stung against her skin and swam behind her eyes. Why was it that beautiful things also remind us of the most ugly? Why do the most quiet of times remind us of the most quaking?

Staring for a long time, these earthworms seemed to be twisting and turning, making people feel restless. Frost timely moved his gaze away and didn’t expect that looking at this calligraphy could cause such a strong discomfort. He looked at Ethan with half confusion and half disgust, while Ethan was eagerly observing Grandpa's reaction and expecting Grandpa to greatly appreciate his unconventional style of writing. But in Frost's mind, there was only one sentence: Have you lost the basic sense of aesthetics? But Frost didn't say anything because he knew it was not the right time for him to comment, and he was worried that Ethan's calligraphy might stimulate Grandpa. Grandpa can't bare any st

Iniingatan ko talagang hindi masira ang hitsura nito at pinagiisipan ko ang bawat posts ko. Ah, aestheticism! I live for it, religiously. And I am forever grateful cause I have all the privilege to be able to live this life. Nakangiti kong muling pinasadahan ng tingin ang sarili mula sa floor to ceiling na salamin. Nang mapansin ko ang isang pirasong buhok na nakatikwas ay hinuli ko iyon at inis na binunot. Mahina akong napaigik. Well, it’s called tiis ganda. In order to achieve something, a sacrifice is needed.

"I'm Muslim! You're supposed to be hating me for that! I'm not Russian or Danish! I'm not European! I'm not Christian! Why can't you go back to hating me?!! You could get any pretty girl you want!! I'm not even pretty, I-" "Enough!" He irately ceases my ineffective rambling. "Don't you fūcking dare utter against your beauty in my presence, you have no idea in what enthralling ways your aesthetics affect me... like a madman with a thirst unquenched." I can only but blink up at him in my awkward stance. He continues, Impassioned. "Staring at you provides coolness to my eyes, and when you're not near, my eyes fūcking ache for you."

Normally I would call it beautiful because that's what it is. I take a good look at what it is complimenting. Beautiful? How does this look beautiful to it? "I would be questioning how good your eyesight works, but then..." I trail off. 'You can say what you want but in time you'll see what I'm talking about.' I keep taking a look at what it's trying to convince me about the aesthetics. There was nothing special about it. Nothing too great that could make me wowed. I wonder what it's making it convinced that it was indeed beautiful.