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Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing read more
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess,
The might--the majesty of Loveliness?
The ability to see beauty is the beginning of our moral sensibility. What we believe is beautiful we will not read more
The ability to see beauty is the beginning of our moral sensibility. What we believe is beautiful we will not want only destroy.
A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.
A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.
When you have to do all the more crappy jobs before, you appreciate all the good work that comes out read more
When you have to do all the more crappy jobs before, you appreciate all the good work that comes out of that. There are many girls who immediately have a top model career, and there are lots of models who are doing things that aren't as exciting as doing big campaigns and beautiful magazines.
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart
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."
Nothing's beautiful from every point of view.
Nothing's beautiful from every point of view.
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.
Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.
Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.
