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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."
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!
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet,
Which once read more
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet,
Which once inflam'd my soul, and still inspires my wit.
You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your read more
You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your soul's own doing. •Marie Carmichael Stopes Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?
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.
I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in read more
I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart
Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.
Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.
Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.