Chaotic Beauty Quotes Novels & Stories

aisa dekha nahi khoobsurat koi jism jaise Ajanta ki moorat koi jism jaise nigaahoN pe jaadoo koi jism naghma koi, jism khushboo koi jism jaise machalti hui raagini jism jaise mehakti hui chaandni jism jaise ke khiltaa hua ek chaman jism jaise sooraj ki pehli kiran jism hua dilkash-o-dil-nasheeN sandali sandalee..marmari marmaree.. I have never seen anyone so beautiful her body is like some statue of Ajanta Caves her body is like a spell on eyes

Leaving the world with so many regrets… a virgin at her late twenties… Cursing this fate of mine for being so cruel, not giving me chance to enjoy my existence and life, even though my ideals were nothing abnormal. The last breath was accompanied by a desperate wish, whispered silently, carried away, and suppressed by the noise of the crowd gathering around me whilst my sight grew dim till it became complete darkness… Dark, silent, overpowering, peaceful, stressing, thrilling, lonely, empty, full, bright less, colorless, vast, deep, bottomless, agitated, calm, stable, variable, structured and also chaotic…but it was also beautiful.

Trix could feel her patience thinning. "Tell her," Tristan encouraged. Trix stared in his hazel eyes, showing him her lost for words. "The book is a channel, the true power is in your mind," he said. Trix pondered his words and focused. 'The book is a channel, the true power is in my mind,' she chanted. "There is a girl," she started. "A girl with extraordinary gifts. A girl with the ability to communicate with animals," she continued, glancing up at the Queen with a slight smile.

"Would you rather slow death through crystallization?" "I'd rather controlled chaos, not living randomness we can't predict or direct." "Contradiction," human Luna sang in mathematics. "Controlled chaos isn't chaos. It's pattern pretending." The creative force's prison shuddered. Through cracks that existed and didn't, we glimpsed what stirred inside—raw potential without direction, imagination without restraint. It had been imprisoned precisely because it couldn't be controlled, only channeled or contained. "If it escapes—" "When," human Luna corrected. "When is now. Now is then. Then is never-always."

"That's beautiful. Unusual." "My mom has a thing for nature names," I said. Paloma's eyes lingered on me for a moment, something I couldn't read passing across her face, before she smiled again. "You came alone?" she asked, looking around like she was checking for someone. "Yeah," I said, nodding. "Just wanted to see some art, you know. Get back to reality for a bit." "I understand that," she said. "Sometimes we all need to escape into beauty. Reminds us there's more to life than whatever chaos we're dealing with."

"The master of storm and shadow." His smile unfurled slowly, the warmth of it something I felt across the six inches of air between us, radiating with a directness that my body received and catalogued and refused to discard. "His skies are untamed. His oceans are violent. No softness, no deception, no reassurance offered to the viewer that everything is going to resolve into something comfortable." His voice had dropped slightly without either of us noticing the moment it happened. "Only chaos and inevitability. And within the chaos, something that looks, if you stand close enough, almost like beauty."

Being a woman who has lost her memory is not a pleasant thing. “Yes, I am very happy to see all this situation. It seems like this means that it will be very enjoyable, seeing how the waves crash into each other so realistically, more than that, the sparkle from the reflection of sunlight in the sea water is something that is very beautiful. I'm sure that if you often witness this beauty, something so beautiful will become commonplace in your eyes. No?"

I whispered as I looked into her eyes. “You live among so many beautiful things. You are lucky, you know?” “You love art?” “I am obsessed with beautiful things... I love your eyes, too. Beautiful. They are the strangest green and-” My heart was an absolute chaotic mess. It was like a stormswept land. There was no order, only violent, disrupted rhythms. “Vera...” I gasped as I stared at her. My fingers itched to touch her in a way I had never touched a girl in my life.

She asked out of the blue which made my heart skip a beat. "No, but that's good to know that I'm not the only one who falls in love over and over again," I wrapped my arm on her shoulder then kissed the side of her head. "Love is f*cking crazy," I muttered. "Yeah, it makes us do stupid things." She responded. The moon is full of imperfections but it's still beautiful and a pleasure to watch. It has beauty and elegance without reason. Like the moon, we should be calm and reflect beauty despite being imperfect in appearance. We should shine in the darkness of life and give way to the path of light.

unintentionally she is helping my poor heart to survive. How cheesy, right ? I can't help it. These days everything seems beautiful around me. the waves of the ocean, twinkling stars, calm and stable lake side walk, early morning breeze, late evening city lights, the midday sun and hustle full lives. even the barking of dogs sounds like a meaningful song to me. The empty streets and crowded market feels so right nowadays. At times I stop whatever I was doing and put my full focus on a fly that flies around my room buzzing constantly. Randomly I would look outside of the window and stare blankly during lectures.