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.
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.
All beauty is temporary. Decay and death haunt every breath we take.
The most beautiful quality of a true friendship is to understand them. Be understood with absolute clarity.
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.
Some people see the ugliness in this world. I choose to see the beauty. But beauty is a lure.
It’s the beauty, not the ugly, that hurts the most.
I used to see the beauty in this world. And now I see the truth.
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.
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.
