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When beauty breathes life back into the broken
It's nice to have beautiful things that really belong to you.
May its index point to joy, And moments wing'd with new delights. Sweet may resound each silver bell, And never quick returning chime, Seem in reproving notes to tell, Of hours mispent, and murder'd time ...
Love rays us round as glory swathes a star, And, from the mystic touch of lips and palms, Streams rosy warmth!
The laughter of the mutilated who still need love, and her blessed eyes run deep into her head like mountain springs far in and cool and good.
Love Life's Loves
A treasure of memories is a very special happiness.
A glorious life is filled with companions who have open hearts.
The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.
Steeping my life in beauty brings color to my days and a song to my heart
Love opens us.
Pain deepens us.
Courage strengthens us.
Joy enlightens us.
Beauty renews us.
Do not shy away from the sensations I create, Cherry Blossom. Take pride in them, as I do.
When my wife's Aunt Caroline was in her nineties, she lived with us, and she once remarked: 'Remembrance is sufficient of the beauty we have seen.' I cherish the remembrance of the beauty I have seen. I cherish the grave, compulsive word.
Adore, v.t. To venerate expectantly.
A young gratuitous smile; trust and distrust;
Promiscuities of bed and board and road;
The one assured treasure
A life, in recollection, truly possessed.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
Let us celebrate every little beauty, every little kindness, joy, love, and happiness; and let us express our deepest gratitude for those moments of joy.
All beauties are to be honored, but only one embraced.
N every exalted joy, there mingles a sense of gratitude.
For the possession of what we love is an even greater joy than love itself.
Beautiful things make people happy.
Hidden Love Connects, Connecets the Dots
O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.
These homes of love we build, house many rooms, sanded and painted in the shades and colours of our life, furnished with those moments that, however inconsequential they may seem to others, have in fact, defined us.
Honor your joy today, whilst it replenishes and strengthens you - in the company of your Soul.
Appreciative love gazes and holds its breath and is silent, rejoices that such a wonder should exist even if not for him, will not be wholly dejected by losing her, would rather have it so than never to have seen her at all.
it is a pleasure, a kind of mild masochism, to have all the beautiful things belong to someone you love and none to yourself.
Heart-aches are forgotten, tears lose their bitterness, and like a leaf of lavendar in a store of linen, so does Memory make life sweet.
The soul loves all things beautiful and deep.
The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
The good we never miss we rarely prize
Mortal beauty stings while it delights.
When we want to read of the deeds that are done for love, wither do we turn? To the murder column; and there we are rarely disappointed.
Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.
Our affections are our life. We live by them; they supply our warmth.
It glistens, it gleams, I
Blessed loves! how happy they have made us on the earth; what will they be when they have deepened through ages, with no alloy of envy or suspicion or selfishness or sorrow?
Love brightens the beauty of the heart.
A soul loves most what is lost.
I like to see your eyes praise me and, during such recitals, there are interruptions, not ungrateful to the heart, when the honey that drops from the lips is not merely words.
Those gifts are ever more precious which the giver has made precious.
Remembrance of our kiss brings not your lips nor mine to mind. The flesh can only envy consumption so divine.
The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.
Love is trembling happiness.
When we let ourselves write from love, when we let ourselves steal minutes as gifts to ourselves, our lives become sweeter, our temperaments become sweeter.
Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.
We ought to cherish the body. Our body's substance is not from an evil principle, as the Manicheans imagine, but from God. And therefore, we ought to cherish the body by the friendship of love, by which we love God.
Blessings we enjoy daily, and for the most of them, because they be so common, men forget to pay their praises. [and miss much of their benefits from grateful appreciation]
If only these treasures were not so fragile as they are precious and beautiful.
cram's with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things.
One good deed dying tongueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages; you may ride's
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we heat an acre.
Blessings we enjoy daily, and for most of them, because they be so common, we forget to pay our praises. But let not us, because it is a sacrifice so pleasing to Him who still protects us, and gives us flowers and showers and meat and content.
All things of beauty are not theirs alone who hold the fee; but unto him no less who can enjoy, than unto them who own, are sweetest uses given to posses.
It is sweet to feel by what fine spun threads our affections are drawn together.
In a loved one's beauty, there is solace, comfort in its presence, and the hope - no, the belief - the certainty that possession of so fine an ornament might be sustenance enough.
Here, illuminated at last,
Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;
Sweet moments of passion and healing,
Of sensual release.
Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.
It feels wonderful to love and be loved.
To create souls in men, to create fine happiness and fine despair she must remain deeply proud - proud to be inviolate, proud also to be melting, to be passionate and possessed.
This is precious. This is love. This is something I'll never take for granted, because I know how it feels to be without it.
Its treasures, as I love them, are imprinted in my memory; and if they are wrongly memorized
a lily where there are tulips, the boy's torn hat rakish at the wrong angle
then this only makes the pictures more mine.
Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine, runs a joy with silken twine.
The reflections on a day well spent furnish us with joys more pleasing than ten thousand triumphs.
We love only what we do not wholly possess.
Art feasts upon its maker, I
As we begin to praise ourselves and our world, we begin to blossom in ways that are beautiful to behold.
To praise is an investment in happiness.
What we admire we praise; and when we praise,
Advance it into notice, that its worth
Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
Pride counterbalances all these miseries; man either hides or displays them, and glories in his awareness of them.
Every soul is to be cherished, every flower is to bloom.
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
This self-love is the instrument of our preservation; it resembles the provision for the perpetuity of mankind: it is necessary, it is dear to us, it gives us pleasure, and we must conceal it.
There is some shadow of delight and delicacy which smiles upon and flatters us even in the very lap of melancholy.
How glorious the splendor of a human heart that trusts that it is loved!
The fall of waters and the song of birds,
And hills that echo to the distant berds,
Are luxuries excelling all the glare
The world can boast, and her chief favorites share.
I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them
I love, I love beauty
and in it I worship my follies,
the ones I found on my own,
and the ones to which I was led
Every beautiful thought adorns your life with beauty and love.
Happiness lends poetic charms to woman, and dress adorns her like a delicate tinge of rouge.
Beautiful things spoil nothing.
Beauty loses its relish; the graces never.
Those who love to live enjoy the beauty of life.
She grounds me. She obsesses me. She fuels me.
We have shared out, like thieves, the amazing treasures of days and nights.
Beautiful things should belong to beautiful souls.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Love protects and preserves in all times.
Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
Love, indeed, lends a precious seeing to the eye, and hearing to the ear: all sights and sounds are glorified by the light of its presence.
We filled our days with porch-step kisses, filled our ears with three-year-old laughter, and filled our hearts with love. Deep, soul-aching, desperate love.
Let the blossoms of love beautify your heart.
Let the spirit dance with joy.
the sapphire depth
of my own love...startles
and warms
and wounds my soul.
Precious moments are small elements of time, we show and share love and kindness, with those we care about.
A multitude of small delights constitute happiness
The beautiful in life ...
Some talk of it in poetry,
Some grow it from the soil,
Some build it in a steeple,
Some show it through their toil.
Some breathe it into music,
Some mold it into art,
Some shape it into bread loaves ...
Some hold it in their hearts.
Oh, only those whose souls have felt this one idolatry can tell how precious is the slightest thing affection gives and hallows.
Praise is deeper than the lips
Covetousness, like a candle ill made, smothers the splendor of a happy fortune in its own grease.
If we value our children, we must cherish their parents
Our creature comforts
What we love, we protect. This story will delight children and parents alike, who care for what they love.