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Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.
Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.
In places where this beauty has already disappeared, we will reconstruct it.
In places where this beauty has already disappeared, we will reconstruct it.
... 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.
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.
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.
A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she read more
A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.
Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.
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.
