My philosophy is, if one can't write it a bit differently, why bother writing it at all, no matter how pretty or motivational the work -- why repeat what others say beautifully? Creation is infinite -- why limit one's self, and one's God? When writing I throw out tons of publishable material, till a phrase pops onto paper, that has a hint of something original. Then I go with it. Let the Muse lead.
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We don’t care for truth, only for how beautifully a lie sounds when spoken with the right smile.
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Love is the most poetic form of addiction. And the most beautiful ruin.
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If you love me, stay even when it’s no longer beautiful. That’s where truth begins.
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Beauty is an expression. A spiritual statement. Not something that can be put into words
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Indeed, each of us a pixel, of the human psyche...but important enough to Christ who allowed Himself to be crucified for all, no exclusions. We may see ourselves as mere pixels, but God sees us, perhaps, as part of the Greater Body of His Christ portrait..?! Who am I to argue with the One who gave me Life, and so much living opportunity? So much power...my conglomerate able to beautify or destroy an entire world?
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Beauty is mostly in the eyes of the beautiful.
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Janine, Janine, my beauty Queen, lived life trying to be kind and leave behind positive rymes.
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When loving someone is no longer a choice,
You have found the one person that was made for you and only you. Don't take a love like that for granted, no matter how much work has to be put in to it for it to last. Anything perfectly beautiful isn't easily obtained.
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“Food is of no consequence when you are blissed out with the beauty of God.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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The flight of butterflies designs in gloomy mind the collage
of ecstasy, framed by the beauty of life
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When nothing moves the way you asked, it’s easy to call it rejection, but maybe it’s not punishment, it’s precision. Even sacred timing can feel like silence, and it’s okay to hurt in the pause.The waiting wounds, even when something beautiful is quietly being built
~Innantia Magcanya
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Mathematicians keep making the same mistake. Irrational numbers, negative numbers, imaginary numbers, undecidability: what is initially seen as an ugly contradiction is in fact an invitation to deepen our understanding of mathematics, and to see its beauty more fully. Undecidability is the discovery of truth oscillators.
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As a rose unfolds its beauty explodes, dressed in fine velvet petals they pose.
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Beauty and love will fade in marriage, but the sense of responsibility remains.
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If there is no hope in life then death is beautiful.
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Beauty is the inner reaction to practical life.
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The beautiful gravity of the silent night reveals the splendor story of God
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In the act of creation, we find ourselves In the weaving of words, we discover truth In the vulnerability of expression, we unearth beauty And in the sharing of our souls, we connect
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My Inner Diva will show you your self worth and how to beautify your world beautifully
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A broken heart mends like a delicate vase, never quite the same, but more beautiful in its cracks.
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If Aphrodite were to glance at your beauty, she would be jealous.
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Love can bring beauty, pain and loneliness -- to its credit, love is always love unchangeable. Omnipotent for the poet.
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Patience in faith reveals the beauty of God's timing; He will make the impossible possible.
~Innantia Magcanya
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Love is the beacon of peace. Woe is the state where love is lacking! I dream of dallying my life with a beautiful lady whose name is housed in the abode of love, empathy and compassion.
— Muhammad Abdulhamid Kumo
April, 2024
#SpringHearted
#AlaSuperQuote
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“When leaves fall from the trees, do not despair, there’s beauty in a tree that’s stripped bare.”
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Your beauty teaches the sun to radiate without hurting.
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Stars not only beautify the sky, they bestow joy to the human eye.
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Friendship when steps into amongst family members, relations become beautiful, for it is the only relation which is above every give and take of life.
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Like a Vesperian night,
shrouded in indigo and crimson,
the city's dark beauty seeps into my pores,
a madonna of mayhem,
her lovely visage a canvas of chaos etched in splendor and decay
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