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Beauty and folly are old companions.
Beauty and folly are old companions.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
Oh she's nice, she's kind, innocent too. She's probably pretty, the right one for you. So just forget me: I'm read more
Oh she's nice, she's kind, innocent too. She's probably pretty, the right one for you. So just forget me: I'm only a friend. Though I'll be with you, until the end.
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.
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing read more
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess,
The might--the majesty of Loveliness?
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
... it's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it you don't need to have anything else; read more
... it's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should read more
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
