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

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.

Thou who hast
The fatal gist of beauty.

Thou who hast
The fatal gist of 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!

Beauty is the promise of happiness.

Beauty is the promise of happiness.

You don't have to be born beautiful to be wildly attractive.

You don't have to be born beautiful to be wildly attractive.

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."

Tell me, shepherds, have you seen
My Flora pass this way?
In shape and feature Beauty's queen,
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Tell me, shepherds, have you seen
My Flora pass this way?
In shape and feature Beauty's queen,
In pastoral array.

The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God read more

The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God himself takes them.