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The world looks so beautiful! She wonders how one can not do for it anything that needs to be done, or at least all one can do. ↗

— Carol Emshwiller

#beauty

Is this the truth we knew, and then forgot? Maybe the lies are all that we've got But aren't they beautiful? ↗

— Sarah Slean

#modern-man #truth #beauty

You have done well," Grandfather said. "We thank you." "We were afraid sometimes," Jetsam replied. "Good." Grandfather's eyes smiled. "That means you had the courage to keep trying. ↗

— Sheila Moon

#courage #fear #courage

Mrs Poste, who had wished people to live beautiful lives and yet be ladies and gentlemen. ↗

— Stella Gibbons

#beauty

What a person has is of no consequence, whether much or little, when it comes to the deep satisfaction of the soul. Apart from Christ, the rich and beautiful, and the poor and unlovely, will all end up in precisely the same misery. ↗

— Kelly Minter

#soul #beauty

you can tell if the person is beautiful inside after the autopsy ↗

— Haresh Daswani

#beauty

Courage is not walking into battle with no fear - you should know this as a soldier. Courage is feeling great fear, but walking forward anyway. Lady Lavender by Lynna Banning ↗

— Lynna Banning

#courage

Si nous ne nous conduisons pas tout à fait bien, c’est parce qu’il nous reste, à tous, une vague petite notion de devoir au fond de notre désordre qui fait que nous n’avons pas le courage de nous conduire tout à fait mal. ↗

— Jean Anouilh

#courage

If we don't believe in moral absolutes and then we get into a cultural-political debate, how are we going to win? ↗

— Randall Terry

#debate #get #going #how #into

Roger left the cricket stumps and they went into the drawing room. Grandpapa, at the first suggestion of reading aloud, had disappeared, taking Patch with him. Grandmama had cleared away the tea. She found her spectacles and the book. It was Black Beauty. Grandmama kept no modern children's books, and this made common ground for the three of them. She read the terrible chapter where the stable lad lets Beauty get overheated and gives him a cold drink and does not put on his blanket. The story was suited to the day. Even Roger listened entranced. And Deborah, watching her grandmother's calm face and hearing her careful voice reading the sentences, thought how strange it was that Grandmama could turn herself into Beauty with such ease. She was a horse, suffering there with pneumonia in the stable, being saved by the wise coachman. After the reading, cricket was anticlimax, but Deborah must keep her bargain. She kept thinking of Black Beauty writing the book. It showed how good the story was, Grandmama said, because no child had ever yet questioned the practical side of it, or posed the picture of a horse with a pen in its hoof. "A modern horse would have a typewriter," thought Deborah, and she began to bowl to Roger, smiling to herself as she did so because of the twentieth-century Beauty clacking with both hoofs at a machine. ("The Pool") ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#children-s-books #horse #stories #story #storytelling