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| If you see a whole thing - it seems that it's always beautiful. Planets, lives... But up close a world's all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. |
| Ursula K. LeGuin |
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| It has been said that beauty brings a promise of happiness, but it could be otherwise that the possibility of joy is the beginning of beauty. |
| Marcel Proust |
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| It is time for parents to teach young people early on that in diversity there is beauty and there is strength. |
| Maya Angelou |
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| It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before |
| Jane Austen |
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| It's a good thing that beauty is only skin deep, or I'd be rotten to the core |
| Phyllis Diller |
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| Judgment of beauty can err, what with the wine and the dark |
| Ovid |
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| Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf. |
| Albert Schweitzer |
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| No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly. |
| Oscar Wilde |
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| No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they're pretty, even if they aren't. |
| Marilyn Monroe |
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| Nothing's beautiful from every point of view. |
| Horace |
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| Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand. |
| Kahlil Gibran |
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| One is apt to overestimate beauty when it is rare |
| Mark Twain |
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| One is apt to overestimate beauty when it is rare |
| Mark Twain |
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| Only on paper has humanity yet achieved glory, beauty, truth, knowledge, virtue, and abiding love. |
| George Bernard Shaw |
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| She (Madame Bovary) had that indefinable beauty that comes from happiness, enthusiasm, success - a beauty that is nothing more or less than a harmony of temperament and circumstances |
| Gustave Flaubert |
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| She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies |
| Lord Byron |
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