#i

Every person's true identity is beautiful, and much of the ugliness we observe in others was put inside of them by external influences. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#personal-identity #prejudices #beauty

[He] went on to tell her that certain work songs made the work a little easier, but that there were others, depending upon the time of day, that dragged a body down, so 'you just gotta be careful with your songs and your hummin' and whatnot. ↗

— Edward P. Jones

#music

Beauty lies in one’s heart and sex lies in one mind. It all depends on where your belief lies. ↗

— Ravindra Shukla

#insipirational #love #youth #beauty

I prefer to suffer than repent because I stand by my decision and capable enough top pay for it Or reap the beauty later. ↗

— Ravindra Shukla

#character #decisions #strength #youth #beauty

Cambridge exceeded our most macabre expectations ... the arm-chairs, the crumpets, the beautifully-bound eighteenth century volumes, the fires roaring in stoked grates. Each of us had the loan of an absent undergraduate's rooms - bedroom, sitting-room and pantry; all fitted up in a style which, after the spartan simplicity of a public school study, seemed positively sinful. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#beauty

No place is ugly to those who understand the virtues and sweetness of everything that God has made. ↗

— George Sand

#god #virtue #beauty

[I]t is that we are too apt to despise what appears to be neither good nor beautiful, and thus we lose what is helpful and salutary. ↗

— George Sand

#good #helpful #beauty

Just like the dead and deserted Moon, all things appear to be beautiful from far distance! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

No sospeché la insignificancia de mi sueño. Creí haber concebido el sueño más vasto de mi generación: quse ser mago. Ésa era mi idea de la gloria. He aquí una súplica basada en toda mi experiencia: no seas mago, sé mágico. ↗

— Leonard Cohen

#sueño #sueños #beauty

Todas las disparidades del mundo, las diversas alas de la paradoja, las dos caras del problema, las preguntas de deshojar la margarita, la concienca con forma de tijera, todas las polaridades, las cosas y sus imágenes y las cosas que no proyectan sombras y, sencillamente, las explosiones cotidianas de una calle, esta cara y aquélla, una casa y un dolor de muelas, explosiones que sólo tienen, en su nombre, letras diferentes, mi aguja todo lo atraviesa, y yo mismo, mis ávidas fantasías, todo lo que ha existido y hoy existe, somos parte de un collar de imcomprensible belleza y falta de sentido. ↗

— Leonard Cohen

#todo #beauty