#beau

You are beautiful. Know this. Anyone who tells you otherwise is simply lying. You are beautiful. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#inspirational #lies #self-love #beauty

Live authentically. Why would you continue to compromise something that's beautiful to create something that is fake? ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#being-yourself #inspirational #life #beauty

the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams ↗

— Theodore Roosevelt

#inspirational #beauty

Truth is beauty ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#block #clique #crown #forgiveness #life

no light no dark no you no me know light know dark know you know me ↗

— Kami Garcia

#lena #beauty

Please, don't hate me because I am beautiful. ↗

— Michael Buckley

#beauty

You think you want love, Mary. You think it is this beautiful gift that does nothing but fill you and make you whole. But you are wrong. Love can be cruel and ugly. It can become dark and cause the deepest pain. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#beauty

Daniel took Luce’s hands in his. He closed his eyes, inhaled, and let his massive white wings unfurl. Fully extended , they would have filled the entire kitchen , but Daniel reined them in, close to his body. They shimmered and glowed and looked altogether too beautiful. Luce reached out and touched them with both hands. Warm and satin smooth on the outside, but inside, full of power. She could feel it coursing through Daniel, into her. She felt so close to him, understood him completely—As If they had become one. ↗

— Lauren Kate

#beauty

With tears running down her face, Cecily had reminded him of the moment at her wedding to Gabriel when he had delivered a beautiful speech praising the groom, at the end of which he had announced, “Dear God, I thought she was marrying Gideon. I take it all back. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#beauty

Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible. ↗

— James Joyce

#woman #beauty