Chaotic Beauty Quotes Novels & Stories

The woman replies. I keep smiling because of the happiness that I got today and I can’t believe that I had Sheffa on my back to remind of Lena’s beauty. Love is like a cheetah, moving fast and not knowing where it will take, as long as there’s something that fills you and makes you strong, and I reflected this tattoo for the beauty of Lena. When people say beauty attracts trouble, they were right. And I didn’t deny that.

A flush marks my skin where his hands, his mouth, have laid claim. I am magnificent. Not with a smooth, perfect beauty, but with a fatal beauty, marked by passion and storm. A beauty that has been taken, desired with a force bordering on destruction. I love this image. I love the power I see in my own gaze, a power that managed to provoke a hurricane in the most controlled man I know. He tried to break me, yet here I stand, more alive and radiant than ever.

But damn, I can’t help but feel drawn to her, like she’s the missing piece in my chaotic life. “Uh... sure,” I start, my voice a rough whisper as I look out over the meadow. I want to paint her a picture, give her a glimpse of the beauty that surrounds us. “It’s bloody beautiful out here. The sun’s right above us, making everything look more alive.”

“No, I was always getting the feeling like it was the end.” “Oh dear, really? How come?” her frowned eyebrows indicated her confusion. “It is the most beautiful of all the places I visited here. I have a theory about beautiful things,” I said, throwing a pebble in the stream that caused ripples in the peaceful water body. “I would like to hear it,” she said with curiosity, “I think beautiful things always come in the end. If it doesn’t it means it’s not the end” I blinked my eyes at her. She was smiling and nodding at me. Like she was getting everything I was saying.

Thunderclouds became flocks of luminous birds. Everywhere, she felt the pulse of human emotion — joy, sorrow, rage, tenderness — flowing like a symphony without conductor or score. “This is what we are,” she said softly. “The sum of everything we’ve ever felt.” Lumen’s light rippled. We-did-not-know-beauty-could-hurt. “That’s how you know it’s real,” Sophia replied. “Beauty isn’t perfection. It’s impermanence.” The entity paused. And yet-you-endure.

“And if you’re wondering what to do next… just love. Big. Loud. Quiet. Deep. Messy. Beautiful. That’s where the empire begins.” She leaned back, smiling. “Still us. Always.”

To the flawless, brutal logic of their own arguments. "Your order is beautiful," I stated, the words hanging in the air. "Your silence has a terrible beauty. Your sorrow is a deep, resonant note in the symphony of this universe. You are creating beauty even as you try to prosecute it. You cannot escape it. It is a fundamental force. To condemn it is to condemn the very structure of your own being." The paradox landed with the force of a physical blow.

The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal. However, what caught Ciara's attention was a seemingly ordinary-looking mirror hanging next to the desk. Standing at a distance, Ciara could see the faint outline of herself reflected inside it. The shadow slowly transformed into a strange woman, who waved her hand to signal for Ciara to come closer. Usually, Ciara's curiosity was not very strong, but now there was something urging her to approach it. Ciara seemed to lose control, her eyes slowly losing focus. She was like a puppet being manipulated as she took slow steps towards the mirror. Just as her hand was abo

He stirred it carefully and pushed it in my direction. "Your drink sir," he said. I took a sip: it was sweet yet bitter. I smirked, grinned and nodded. "How is it?" he asked "Nice," I said. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect. I began to vibe to the rhythm of the music. For unknown reasons, it felt...awesome. I could not help myself; I was awed with the way the lights reflected off the gowns of the girls when they shake their buttocks, twist their waists or wriggle their shoulders. Nearly all the girls in the club wore shiny gowns. The way the RGB lights bounced off the glittery gowns of the girls in the club made it look like a starry sky, a very starry sky. It was crazy and amazing

"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