Are you not magnificent? Or you will be, someday. But first, you must earn your beauty.
N K Jemisin, Emergency Skin
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Consider also:
- Most translations have caught meanings in their net, but prosily, letting the beauty slip through. And in poetry, beauty is no ornament; it is the meaning. It is the truth. We have that on good authority.
- “He would just have to earn it honestly. Disgusting, the depths to which he had sunk.”
- “I am afraid my tastes are not sufficiently aesthetic to allow me to appreciate a sickly style of beauty.”
- “Beauty, the sacred lotus: let me say The word, and make my purity complete. The whole is mine, and shall I keep a part? O Beauty, I must see thee as thou art!”
- “Then on my withered gaze that Beauty grew– Rosy quintessence of alchemic dew! The Self-informing Beauty! In my heart the many were united: and I knew.”