It was wrong to want to touch a scar and call it beautiful.
the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood …
How could someone care if she were the most beautiful woman in the world or not. What difference could it have made if you were only the third most beautiful. Or the sixth.
My second thoughts condemn
And wonder how I dare
To look you in the eye.
What right have I to swear
Even at one a.m.
To love you till I die?
Earth meets too many crimes
For fibs to interest her;
If I can give my word,
Forgiveness can recur
Any number of times
In Time. Which is absurd.
Tempus fugit. Quite.
So finish up your drink.
All flesh is grass. It is.
But who on earth can think
With heavy heart or light
Of what will come of this?
A mindset of gratitude lifts the veil of bitterness and allows you to see beauty and possibility.
Everything is beautiful only so long as it does not concern us.
My father says that there is only one perfect view – the view of the sky straight over our heads, and that all these views on earth are but bungled copies of it.
As women demanded access to power, the power structure used the beauty myth materially to undermine women’s advancement.
Life is full of beauty, notice it and live your life to the fullest potential. Go after your dreams.
Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.