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Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.
Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.
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."
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.
My heart that was rapt away by the wild cherry blossoms -- will it return to my body when they read more
My heart that was rapt away by the wild cherry blossoms -- will it return to my body when they scatter?
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.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
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.
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.
Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.
Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.
