Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.
All beauty is temporary. Decay and death haunt every breath we take.
I do see the beauty in the rules, the invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
The cupcake is sweet, the bullet is deadly. A beautiful woman’s a dangerous thing.
Seeming cruelty can bring beauty. Pain purifies and leads to peace.
It’s the beauty, not the ugly, that hurts the most.
What does everyone seek? Power, youth, beauty, love, to walk alongside, such as now, the great midnight arts.
Thinking would age you terribly. It’s best you stay beautiful and a bit simple.
I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty, and art, and horror of everything this world has to offer.
To be beautiful is to be almost dead.
The trouble with humans, Joe, is that we’re weak. A man sees a pretty face, he wants her. It’s natural. It’s animal.
The most beautiful quality of a true friendship is to understand them. Be understood with absolute clarity.