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There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.
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be-yourself
beauty
body-image
comfortable
happiness
imperfection
inspirational
life
rare
success
women
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Steve Maraboli |
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"As I recall, I was still dressed when I fell asleep." "Just making sure you were comfortable." "And making yourself equally comfortable, I see."
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comfortable
elena
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Kelley Armstrong |
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Relations were never good (how comfortable can you really be with a race that sees you as a nutritious part of a complete breakfast).
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comfortable
complete
good
nutritious
race
relations
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John Scalzi |
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So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam.
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comfortable
meaning
real-life
truth
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Ray Bradbury |
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The rhythm of solitude, once so intimidating, began to feel comfortable. Aloneness, I was learning, does not have to equal loneliness.
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comfortable
learning
loneliness
solitude
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John Grogan |
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My patience finally snapped. I swept her up and swung her over my shoulder, her bare feet dangling in front of me. Tinkling laughter filled the room. I tossed her onto the bed. Her fire-red hair sprawled over the pillow. My siren smiled up at me. I said. Echo blinked and raw hunger replaced the laughter that danced in her eyes moments before. Her delicate fingers glided up my arm, exciting every cell. The sultry tone caused something deep within me to stir. I swallowed, attempting to push away the unexpected flutter of nerves in my stomach. My heart swelled, causing my chest to ache and breathing to become nearly impossible. Paralyzed by her beauty, I hovered over her. She was no nymph, but a goddess. Her hands continued their burning climb up my arm and onto my chest. Bold moves for her. Echo's breasts rose and fell at a faster rate. I sucked in a breath as her fingers trailed down the indentations of my chest muscles and willed her to continue as they made their slow descent. Caressing the warm redness forming on her cheek, I sank onto the bed beside her.
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comfortable
echo-emerson
intimate
noah-hutchins
stay
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Katie McGarry |
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They were actually sitting at a table, like two old friends, not like the hunter and the hunted. And it wasn't especially awkward. They were comfortable together, despite the fact that she'd hit him with a bus. Maybe his scheme would work.
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bus
comfortable
friends
hunted
hunter
janet-evanovich
kate-o-hare
lee-goldberg
nick-fox
scheme
table
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Janet Evanovich |