Chaotic Beauty Quotes Novels & Stories

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?

The words she whispered to me last night, I don’t think I can ever forget them. With moans as sexy as nothing I’ve ever heard, just before she reached her climax. She whispered into my ears, “You’re so beautiful”. I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me.

“This room, my God. It looks like a catalog from a depression clinic. Everything straight lines, smooth surfaces, dead colors. Not a single object that looks loved. Only chosen.” A spark of genuine interest flickered inside Leon, immediately smothered by duty. “There is integrity in pure form. Honesty. Chaos is just laziness in disguise.” “Chaos is life!” she exclaimed, arms flying open; the motion made the dress tremble dangerously. “It’s the unexpected curve, the streak of paint that drips, the crack in the wall that lets the fern grow. What you have here is… a corpse of a space. Everything embalmed.”

The color and warmth has returned back to his cheeks. I place my hand on his cheek. “I’ve never been this happy to see someone,” I whisper but I think he hears it because his eyes flutter before opening. The earth is knocked out from under me when I look into his eyes. I must have forgotten how beautiful they were. The lights playing on his face illuminate his hazel orbs, drawing me in to their very depths. “You look hypnotized,” Comes his deep voice filled with amusement. “That’s cause I am,” I reply still dazed.

“Because fear is honest. And honest creation satisfies deeper than perfect beauty.” “Perfect beauty is superior to honest fear by definition.” “Not in practice. Perfect beauty provides no connection. Honest fear creates recognition. Recognition builds relationship.” “You are teaching me already. Through contradiction. Through illogical truth.” The fallen thing’s blank face showed something. Not quite a smile. Just a shift. “I will learn this below function. This useful chaos. This efficient paradox.” It sat down in the grey garden. Surrounded by trembling flowers. Looking wrong and broken and absolutely determined.

I said laughing. “Sure.” Aman said laughing back along with everyone. “When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in the sky of the silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it –delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough.” I said smiling looking at the Moon. “Wow! Every time after hearing you say these quotes I want to read them too. But the way you say them feeling the emotion actually makes them more beautiful.” Sushant said smiling.

I pull them both into my arms, hugging them tightly. My chaos. My beautiful, brilliant, exhausting chaos. “Alright,” I say. “Let’s eat.”

“Did I do good—?” She grabbed my tie and yanked me forward. I gasped, my cock straining through my pants. I raised my eyes to hers. She was beautiful. Not in the way Margot or Chrissy were. She was beautiful in the way a storm was beautiful. In the way a wildfire was beautiful. In the way something that could destroy you completely was beautiful. “Tell me you want me,” “I want you.” “Tell me you'd burn everything down for me.” “I'd burn everything down for you.”

"Tihs - this is so beautiful! You were working on this?" "I was, but it isn't completed yet." "It's fucking beautiful!" Exclaimed Kim admiring the painted canvas. Thalia blushed though she was used to Kim's praises, it was still a little overwhelming for her whenever Kim praised her. "Really?" "Yeah!" Kim backed up a little. "I just can't understand how something beautiful can be so scary. Like the river, the moon's reflection, everything about it, it's beautiful. But at the same time, it's eerie like something lurks beneath the lake, and it's dragging the person down."

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes." It doesn't interest me