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.

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.

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.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror .

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror .

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.

I pull you from your tower, take away your pain. Show you all the beauty you possess, if you only read more

I pull you from your tower, take away your pain. Show you all the beauty you possess, if you only let yourself believe.

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

The ladies of St. James's!
They're painted to the eyes;
Their white is stays for ever,
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The ladies of St. James's!
They're painted to the eyes;
Their white is stays for ever,
Their red it never dies;
But Phyllida, my Phillida!
Her colour comes and goes;
It trembles to a lily,--
It wavers to a rose.