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Nevertheless, now that I have met you, I know that all that I am, and all that I have, could not match what you are worth. ↗

— Mercedes Lackey

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It was beautiful and rare, and you have every right to despise me." She stood pressed to the wall, not moving. "When you came in, I thought 'Send her away.' But I knew that if you went away, I'd run after you. I thought 'I won't say a word.' But I knew that you'd know it before you left. I love you. I know you'd think kindlier of me if I said that I hate you. ↗

— Ayn Rand

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Love beauty; it is the shadow of God on the universe ↗

— Gabriela Mistral

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They said even in the storm we'll find some lights, So here I am trying to find my own light in my stormy days. ↗

— Karla M. Nashar

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This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

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maybe, beauty, true beauty, is so overwhelming, it goes straight to our hearts.maybe it makes us feel emotions that are locked away inside ↗

— James Patterson

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one must verge on the unknown, write toward the truth hitherto unrecognizable of one’s own sincerity, including the avoidable beauty of doom, shame, and embarrassment, that very area of personal self-recognition,(detailed individual is universal remember) which formal conventions, internalized, keep us from discovering in ourselves and others ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

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A pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an injured life. It is the tear [that results] from the injury of the oyster. The treasure of our being in this world is also produced by an injured life. If we had not been wounded, if we had not been injured, then we will not produce the pearl. ↗

— Stephan Hoeller

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Every picture tells a story. But sometimes it's hard to know what story is actually being told. ↗

— Anastasia Hollings

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And if I say to you that I am glad of everything we have done together, and sorry that we will not be here together in forty years, laughing at a faded photo of you impersonating a lion, it having withered well, you less so, as we stand fabulously old, in a city that understands what spirit it takes to be old, to be beautiful, to be much looked at, to be itself, to be never quite caught, to have a past, to be content, to have seen much, to have remained, to have continued… ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

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