Unblemished Beauty Quotes & Sayings

All she could think of was how pure and unblemished, how soft and pink his baby skin had been. How his wonderful body, small and pristine, used to feel in her arms, how she'd kiss every inch of him, marveling at his beauty. When she was a new mom, she'd felt like she couldn't pull her eyes away. Now she cast her eyes back at her catalog quickly, not wanting to look at her own son, at what he'd seen fit to do to his beautiful body ... Not a big deal, Mom, he said reading her mind ... Lot's of people have tattoos. — Lisa Unger

In my opinion it is harmful to place important things in the hands of philanthropy, which in Russia is marked by a chance character. Nor should important matters depend on leftovers, which are never there. I would prefer that the government treasury take care of it. — Anton Chekhov

The LORD GOD is a shelter from the heat.
The LORD GOD is a refuge from the storm. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The fact that she was even lying here in this bed with me right now was a freaking miracle. I'd never treated any girl so horribly in my life.
Wasn't that a sobering thought?
The one woman I wanted above all others was the one I treated the worst. — Cambria Hebert

There was, of course, central heating, but it was not apparent. — Agatha Christie

Study hard, for the well is deep, and our brains are shallow. — Richard Baxter

I wonder whether that is how we get to be after living alone for a long time, that in the middle of a train of thought we start talking out loud, that the difference between talking and not talking is slowly wiped out, that the unending, inner conversation we carry on with ourselves merges with the one we have with the few people we still see. — Per Petterson

I LOVE YOU,CARRIE — Charles Sheehan-Miles

When all hope seems lost and your life's in disarray, just call on your Angel, who will light your way! — Raphaelle Peale

She laughed again. "You must go to the movies a lot. This is not Dracula, and the villain isn't Bela Lugosi. They took a good friend away from me, and they know I know. But, at any rate, I did try to find her boyfriend the day after she disappeared. I knew where he lived and I went there. His landlord said he'd left unexpectedly and he didn't know where he'd gone. Lucky for me he wasn't there, I suppose." She took another deep breath and squinted at her watch. "Oh, my Lord. I didn't realize it was that late. I really must be going. — Donald Jeffries

Hungry Jack's real name was Charles R. Hoofard.
He was born in Indianapolis in 1950.
In 1950, Harry S. Truman was president of the United States.
Harry Truman, as far as I can tell, also never took a shit in his life.
In 1950, the same year that a boy named Charles R. Hoofard was born in Indianapolis, President Harry S. Truman sent military assistance to the French. They were trying to maintain their French Catholic colony in Vietnam. That military aid would grow and blossom to the point that a boy with wanderlust from Indiana named Charles R. Hoofard ultimately took time out from fucking whatever he wanted to fuck to participate in the killing of an entire village of women, elderly people, and children.
History is full of shit like that. — Andrew Smith

By the time I'm old and retired I'm hoping to contribute enough that people can take this piece and run with it then others, such as the college students that are participating on this can take off and finish out the mission when I'm long gone — Tim Samaras

This is mine," he growled into her ear.
"Say it."
"Say it Jessica. Say it. — Olivia Cunning