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The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God read more
The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God himself takes them.
Beauty is ten, nine of which is dressing.
Beauty is ten, nine of which is dressing.
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.
It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.
It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.
The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.
The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.
It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart.
It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It read more
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.
Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.
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.
