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You came to me like a dream, you held me in reality and will leave me gasping for your loving read more
You came to me like a dream, you held me in reality and will leave me gasping for your loving breath when you are gone....
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.
In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.
In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.
Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.
Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.
Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair!
For me her constant flame appears;
The garland she hath read more
Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair!
For me her constant flame appears;
The garland she hath culled, I wear
On brows bald since my thirty years.
Ye veils that deck my loved one rare,
Fall, for the crowning triumph's nigh.
Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair!
And I, so plain a man am I!
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.
Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.
Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow
Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth;
Her eyebrow's read more
Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow
Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth;
Her eyebrow's shape was like the aerial bow,
Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth,
Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow,
As if her veins ran lightning.
