Also remember beautiful things motivate you to be as beautiful too.
I remember, he remembers, beautiful faces, idiosyncratic turns of phrase (just the way my father pronounced the word "jaguar," for example; or called Jesse and Ronnie "knuckleheads"), graceful, long-limbed gestures, and shared, echoing witticisms... that live on now in only two minds.
I was sickened – my stomach turns when I remember that beautiful creature and her vicious death.
It was greener than I imagined and I remember seeing beautiful women in colourful saris walking along the roadside with baskets on their heads.
I remember a beautiful evening in Seattle, when Rodriguez was dumped at second base and crumpled down, holding his knee.
I was born in Cyprus, where my dad worked for a mining company, and I remember the beautiful skies and palm trees, and lying in the crib.
My friends discuss the upcoming election in Iran, and over my left shoulder young women chortle at the thought of geezers being launched into eternity by the Snuff Queen, and I remember the beautiful girl laughing and laughing and laughing.
I remember this beautiful, skinny, confident, 21-year-old girl-child coming to the microphone that night and silencing all of us in the middle of our conversations, our drinks, our meals as she "toe up" "I Am Changing," from the Broadway show "Dreamgirls".
I remember this beautiful soul, I had just walked in the joint.... https://t.co/C4OeuFj1Fs.
But, as the summer slowly comes to an end, a smile spreads across my face as I remember a beautiful sign from above.
