Tuesday, 20 May 2014
A BEAUTIFUL LADY.
Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature herself.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated. There's beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes can trace it midst familiar things, and through their lowly guise.
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
I am not beautiful. My mother once called me the ugly duckling. But, listed separately, I have a good few features.
Life has been compared to a race, but the allusion improves by observing, that the most swift are usually the least manageable and the most likely to stray from the course. Great abilities have always been less serviceable to the possessors than moderate ones.