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For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, read more
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.
To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.
Beauty is ten, nine of which is dressing.
Beauty is ten, nine of which is dressing.
A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.
A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.
It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before
It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before
A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. read more
A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene read more
Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene
Beneath the vapor's floating scarves, the Seine
Trembles, mysterious, like a magic mirror
Cyrano Act 5.
