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No matter how much the woman is beautiful, she will lose her womanhood if she is dumb, arrogant or liar.

No matter who’s looking at you, love, honesty, and kindness will always make you beautiful!

No more things should be presumed to exist than are absolutely necessary

No one could have imagined a place like Havana, Cuba. It is absurdly contradictory, always arguing with itself over whether it is audacious or meek, heroic or stupid, beautiful or abhorrent.

No one leaves this hidden treasure, Feeling the same way they came, They always refer their friends to this Gem, This island with a beautiful name, My beautiful “Bim”—Barbados

Not a sound, but a sort of silence, a faint hum like the space between note and note in a song.

Not even a flower knows it's beauty.

Not every sketch needs to be colored in order to be beautiful.

Not forever, Tessa thought. They had a long, long time. A lifetime. His lifetime. And she would lose him one day, as she had lost Will, and her heart would break, as it had broken before. And she would put herself back together and go on, because the memory of having had Jem would be better than never having had him at all.

Not for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like that, to be so beautiful that you don't even realize people are watching you, to be so confident that you don't even have to worry about being nervous or feeling self-conscious. I've spent my whole life trying to pretend I'm that way. What would it be like to have it just come naturally?

Nothing has changed, except everything.

...notice all the many beautiful things, nature, your own soul, stuff other people do.... like help out, smile, create, dance...

Not quite sure how far she'd already fallen, she imagined loving him would feel like falling in love with darkness; frightening and consuming, yet utterly beautiful when the stars came out.

Not only does my world revolve around her, but she is my world. She's not just my reason for breathing, she's air itself. She's the meaning behind every one of my thoughts, every thrum of my pulse, every whisper of my conscience. She's my entire everything. It's as simple and as complex as that.

Now I know I'm not broken, For the stars within my soul, Have just built constellations, To keep me feeling whole.

Now he told me again as I stared up into the night, the stars switching on, disintegrating the sky into glitter, a dark body slowly consumed with light.

Now mine eyes see the heart that once we did search for, and I fear this heart shall be mended, nevermore.

Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh’ beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?

Observable Fact: I don’t believe in magic. Observable Fact: We are magic.

Of all the places I have been, your mind is the most beautiful place I have ever seen.

O God, help me to believe the truth about myself, no matter how beautiful it is.

Oh, darling, it’s true. Beautiful things have dents and scratches too.

Oh, magical summer time, It can make you happy or blue something that leaves one's heart reeling , Looking for that feeling every single day ...

O my Courageous Sister! You have to become the beacon of hope for all women around you and then for the whole society.

Oh yes! I have couple-goals too. I love to couple myself with- Books, Coffee and Mountains.

On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It’s hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it’s beautiful.

Old or young, light or dark, full or frail, every woman has qualities that make her beautiful.

On building homes for fallen angels: When I was small - I sought a home, a place to go and rest my bones. Then founded something, of my own, I lived among the restless stones. If seeking leads you back to evil, what good is that, I asked a weevil. He said a home is what you make, it can't be real, if it is fake... And if you wait instead of seek, will you find love, or something bleak? I know (myself) for I have found, a beauty, hidden – in a sound. Waiting is boring. And so is exploring. A smile is sometimes all it takes. And then your whole world simply breaks.

Once upon a long ago time I was a girl with hopeful halos in my eyes—not unlike you—not a typical beauty but beautiful nonetheless, as all young girls tend to be in their prime, even if they don’t tend to know it.

One day, all your worries will set like the sun does and deserved happiness will come gushing like waves at the beach do. All you need to make sure is that your trips to beach never end.

One call can change your mood,one call can solve some problems,one call can change you life,one call can brings back to your love,one call can comfort,one call can brings back trust.keep doing sudden calls..

One by one the angels had come to the top of Har Megiddo where I sat, holding her body close to mine after she'd died. I'd fought alongside them in battle, but up close, when they stood quietly watching us, they looked as beautiful as they looked unreal. the angels weren't supposed to feel emotions, but they were all weeping. All of them. Their tear stained their flawless faces like rain running in rivulets across stone. Azrael was the only one of then who came to me, knelt in front of me and took her from my arms. He was the angel of death come to carry his sister home. I din't want to give her up, knowing it would be the last time I ever saw her face. I had died on that wretched hill with her.

One day blacks and whites will come together like the keys of a piano, and be as beautiful as the it makes

one day you will wake up, you will see with clear sight all that has held you back; you will feel lighter because you finally accept who you are. You will shine with flawless beauty because your happiness comes from the purity of your heart and one day I hope you realise all of this, before it's too late; because darling, if we spent our years nurturing the best of ourselves, heaven would be felt on earth.

One interesting thing is the idea that people have of a kind of science of Aesthetics. I would almost like to talk of what could be meant by Aesthetics. You might think Aesthetics is a science telling us what's beautiful - almost too ridiculous for words. I suppose it ought to include also what sort of coffee tastes well. I see roughly this - there is a realm of utterance of delight, when you taste pleasant food or smell a pleasant smell, etc., then there is a realm of Art which is quite different, though often you may make the same face when you hear a piece of music as when you taste good food. (Though you may cry at something you like very much.) Supposing you meet someone in the street and he tells you he has lost his greatest friend, in a voice extremely expressive of his emotion. You might say: 'It was extraordinarily beautiful, the way he expressed himself.' Supposing you then asked: 'What similarity has my admiring this person with my eating vanilla ice and like it?' To compare them seems almost disgusting. (But you can connect them by intermediate cases.) Suppose someone says 'But this is a quite different kind of delight.' But did you learn two meanings of 'delight'? You use the same word on both occasions. There is some connection between these delights. Although in the first case the emotion of delight would in our judgement hardly count.

One day when I ventured into the garden to regard its bloom, My eyes beheld on a bower a withered rose. When I inquired what had caused the blight, "My lips for a moment opened in a smile in this garden," it replied.

One look into your beautiful eyes, and my self-loathing soul felt envy. I had become vulnerable that instant...helpless, wanting, hating, resenting, loathing...” -Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found (Vol. #1)

One of the most beautiful feelings in life is pure love without a second thought.

One of the greatest lies ever told to women is that it is only when they make up that they become beautiful

Only the beautiful can acknowledge all that is beautiful, and only the ugly can acknowledge all that is ugly as being beautiful.

On every journey, we encountered beautiful souls.

Only one thing that you can see and hear that is beautiful and frightening at the same time, and that is a thunder storm.

On the morning of what should have been Amelia Ashley's birthday, the river valley that had once housed High Bridge changed for Joshua Mayhew. For the first time in many years, it seemed beautiful to him. For the first time in many years, it was beautiful.

Other people's eyes are limitless and that's what scares me.

Open your mind to fill it with everything that is beautiful. Ignore the rest.

Or maybe our paths will diverge someday, taking us in separate directions, making our relationship a brief but beautiful spot in a series of unforgettable encounters. Either way, it will be a journey worth taking. Either way, it will be a love story.

Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.

Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent. When she came to my bed and begged me with sighs not to tempt her towards passion nor actions unwise, I told her I’d spare her and kissed her closed eyes, then unbraided her body of its clothing disguise. While our bodies were nude bathed in candlelight fine I devoured her mouth, tender lips divine; and I drank through her thighs her feminine wine. Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.

our earth is the most beautiful mother :)

Our imperfections make us beautiful!