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Read through the most famous quotes by topic #beau
How beautiful would history have been if it could be written beforehand and then acted out like drama! ↗
Freedom isn't just about voting and marrying and kissing on the street, although all of these things are important. Freedom is also about what you will allow yourself to do. ↗
The difference between a good golf shot and a bad one is the same as the difference between a beautiful and a plain woman --a matter of millimetres. ↗
#golf #insightful #beauty
Why are roses kept for their blossoms rather than shunned for their thorns? ↗
#blossom #philosophy-of-beauty #price-of-beauty #roses #thorns
Midland City had a goddess of discord all its own. This was a goddess who could not dance, would not dance, and hated everybody at the high school. She would like to claw away her face, she told us, so that people would stop seeing things in it that had nothing to do with what she was like inside. She was ready to die at any time, she said, because what men and boys thought about her and tried to do to her made her so ashamed. One of the first things she was going to do when she got to heaven, she said, was to ask somebody what was written on her face and why had it been put there. ↗
[Howard's] eyes were open and very clear. I'd forgotten what a beautiful gray they were--illness and medicine had regularly glazed them over; now they were bright and attentive, and he was watching me, consciously, through long lashes. Lungs, heart may have stopped but the optic nerves were still sending messages to a brain which, those who should know tell us, does not immediately shut down. So we stared at each other at the end... 'Can you hear me?' I asked him. 'I know you can see me.' Although there was no breath for speech, he now had a sort of wry wiseguy from the Bronx expression on his face which said clearly to me who knew all his expressions, 'So this is the big fucking deal everyone goes on about. ↗
Pine trees rise through cloud soar up into the blue skies, bush clover spangled with dewdrops sways in the autumn breeze; As I dip cold, pure water at the edge of the stream, a solitary white crane comes lolloping my way. ↗
This is for you, all the women of the world Those who lived, all who ever will this is for your love, mine is yours Love is fate, I am here Because you know the meaning of life That begins and ends with a kiss We are knights in shining ardor, who toil for you And our children, it's a circle So they will know this truth Love is the sacred gospel, all we need to know As your son and lover, my spirit lives imbued With, from and by your wisdom and beauty I am here to pay honor and homage to your soul This is and will always be my devotion This I dedicate, because through you I become whole ↗
Before there was an American Story, before Paterson spread before Oscar and Lola like a dream, or the trumpets from the Island of our eviction had even sounded, there was their mother, Hypatia Belicia Cabral: a girl so tall your leg bones ached just looking at her so dark it was as if the Creatrix had, in her making, blinked ↗
