Don’t let psychological warfare from an advertisement campaign blind you from the truth of your beauty, possibility, worthiness, and purpose.
A beautiful thing happens when we start paying attention to each other. It is by participating more in your relationship that you breathe life into it.
Fear has the role we give it. We are able to empower or poison ourselves to whatever degree we want. This is the beauty of our design.
There is something beautiful about watching two people lovingly act silly together; behaving as though no one else existed.
I was especially perceptive to all things beautiful that morning—raspberries in blue china bowls were enough to make the heart sing.
The real world reveals itself like surprise gifts on our doorstep, special moments that seem above and beyond the reality of others. These times are full, beautiful and meaningful beyond words, even when wrapped in pain.
You do not have to do anything to defend yourself in life; just BE beautiful, and life will defend you.
What a waste my life would be without all the beautiful mistakes I've made.
Taught from their infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
I wish I could line up naked the men I've slept with and just gloat for a hot minute. Beautiful creatures.
Facebook is that successful guy you’re supposed to want to date, but you can’t keep your mind off the beautiful freak in the corner. Twitter is my freak.
There (is) order and even great beauty in what looks like total chaos. If we look closely enough at the randomness around us, patterns will start to emerge.
I look at her face, so content, so happy. Even more beautiful all flushed with passion and think of how lucky a man I really am.
A woman may be beautiful but have poor character. A man may be a business genius, making money left and right, but lack common courtesy, sensitivity, and compassion.
I’m happy. But some beauty is nonesuch - The gently sloping path across the wood, The wretched bridge that’s just a little skewed And that, for which, I won’t be waiting much.
It is with eight lengthy legs we use to catch food, balance and knit a beautiful silk bed, but as babies we had lost our bones and skin, and hence our legs we had shed.
Not many people bothered to look for beauty beyond the greenhouses. They went about life with their heads down, just praying to get through the day, to feed themselves and their family. No one ever did anything to make it better.
We are the inheritors of a wonderful world, a beautiful world, full of life and mystery, goodness and pain. But likewise are we the children of an indifferent universe. We break our own hearts imposing our moral order on what is, by nature, a wide we...
You can’t imagine the white-hot fury someone who can’t sleep has toward the beautiful dreamer beside him.
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
The only sound is the audible record of her thrusts as she becomes wetter. Her beautiful voice echoing in his head, they share the sounds of their amorous flesh moving in unbridled rhythm.
