I've been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day But if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.
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Don't tell me you're not beautiful. You're the kind of beautiful the blind would see if we could figure out some way to give them three seconds of sight.
Interpretation
True beauty transcends physical appearance and can be recognized by the heart and soul.
This quote emphasizes that beauty is not solely about physical attributes; it highlights an intrinsic quality that goes beyond sight. It suggests that if the blind could experience beauty through a brief moment of sight, they would recognize the profound beauty that resides in a person, capturing the essence of who they are at a deeper level.
In practice
In a speech about self-acceptance and inner beauty, this quote can inspire personal growth.
I've been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day But if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.
I don't want to turn any of this into poetry / but / you're so beautiful / flowers turn their heads to smell you
Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize - it does.
Bullying, to me, starts very small around the kindergarten age where the first thing we learn is to call each other names. Something so small can be so long lasting in someone's life.
Having seen TED from a distance, I always thought if ever there was a place for someone like me, the outcasts, people who maintained who they are despite being told what they were, it was TED.
That’s what we were told—stand up for yourself. But that’s hard to do if you don’t know who you are.
Love is an emerald. Its brilliant light wards off dragons On this treacherous path.
No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current's too overpowering; I don't have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I've never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there's no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I'll be burned up, gone forever.
Love! What is love? It's nothing. It's just a word. It doesn't exist. Only pleasure is important.
Why must love always be accompanied--sooner or later--by sorrow and pain? Why not? Because pure bliss is for pure idiots.
Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that's a real treat.
You have opened up the prison gates of my womanhood. And all the passion that was unsatisfied in for me so many years, leaped into a wild reckless storm boundless as the sea.
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