Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Quotes Tumblr

“Do you like it?” “Why of course, the very intricate designs and all are just very aesthetic. If I were to choose what is more beautiful, whether the modern buildings or these, I’d choose this one. Words cannot describe how wonderful they are. It’s like a palace but without people. It is a one-in-a-million place but the emotions are also one-in-a-million. Because it is just so lonely. Don’t you think so?” “Why would it be lonely if there is no one around to give such an emotion?”

Before Lysithea could react, he was already right in front of her, his eyes fixed on the young woman’s face. His mind went blank. She was the physical embodiment of what beauty was, imagined by poets and artists for millenia. Words failed him to describe exactly what he was looking at. It was the aesthetics of nature incarnate. It was the resplendence of the sun after one escaped from an abyss. It was the kind of radiance that could make a man quake from the depths of his quintessential soul.

“The North is barren. How exactly are you going to draw the interests of people?” “Aesthetics.” “And how exactly is that going to work?” “The same way every capital city works. If you make something beautiful, people are not going to worry about if it is fundamentally functional.” “Is that why you invited Lady Borisque from Ducroft even though people would know you’re still alive?”

The strong scent of paint mixed with the masculine aroma of mint surrounding Azriel completely overwhelmed Isolde's senses. "Who is the idiot who dared to say that to you?" "Everyone mocks my body," Isolde whispered, her voice trembling as old pain and emotion suddenly resurfaced. Azriel fell silent for a moment. He lifted a hand stained with black paint and stopped a few centimeters from Isolde's cheek without actually touching her skin, as though measuring the beauty of the most precious subject he had ever painted. "They're just fools who don't know how to appreciate aesthetics. Your body lines... these full curves, they have volume, warmth, and real weight. To me, your figure is incredib

It looks like she wants to taste a second one. "Garbage personality. I pity Zyd Caiden for having her. Not classy. Not even beautiful." "Not even sexy." added one who artistically took a selfie next door. "And a perfect definition of ugliness," said one who only brought white. She yawned. What these people are saying is drowsy. "Just keep talking girls, I yawn when I'm interested." After all, time is still far away and she can't go to the man. She closed her eyes for a moment.

So cute. My drunk beauty ......

She entertained herself with videos of pretty ladies dancing. Josh saw Annabeth enjoying herself. “Do you like watching videos of ladies dancing on TikTok that much?” Josh asked curiously. Annabeth nodded. “Yeah. Don’t you think they look pretty? They dance so well…” Josh chuckled a little. “No, I don’t. I think nobody is as good-looking as my wife.” Annabeth blushed when she heard this. “Beauty lies in the eyes of its beholder. Every girl looks prettier than me on TikTok…”

I said, leaving out her question about the titties. “Quasi,” she called loudly as if I was far away from her. I knew what that meant – she demanded my full attention. “Every girl and every woman is beautiful, but the most beautiful one of all is not the one with the most attractive physical features,” she continued, as she looked at me without blinking an eye. “The most beautiful girl or woman is one whose heart is hidden from predators; one whose yes always mean yes; one who loves you not because you love her; one whose tongue doesn’t pronounce words that are hard to understand, and whose lips doesn’t feign a smile. “And, if it happens that a handsome man, a man of dignity meets this most

"I'm doctor Great, your psychiatrist, it's nice to meet you." He nodded to a chair and I sank into it. Suddenly one Facebook message dropped, I had to check it and it was another beautiful poem. Your beauty is ecstasy Giving me intense pleasure Your beauty is eternity Gazing at itself in every image of you Your beauty is heart enflamed Burning me in your eyes which one shade the more and one ray the less Your beauty is soul enchanted Filming like brilliant irregular rainbows in the memory of your image which I see though I close my eyes

she mumbled unconsciously to herself but in that pin drop silence, Hades heard her. Alessandra said this while looking at her pictures because such beauty was emerging in those pictures which is hardly found in any living person. The dry impression of those wet colors on the white canvas was molded into a human texture that gave life to that picture. Like the rest, Alessandra too was mesmerized by the screaming beauty of those pictures. This was nothing new for Hades. Why not?