...walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
I like outgoing girls with a lovely smile and beautiful eyes.
Those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise, The sweet soul shining through them.
For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.
People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
When a woman isn't beautiful, people always say, 'You have lovely eyes, you have lovely hair.'
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.
She had been the quiet, rather plain girl, with a surprisingly sharp tongue if she was put out, lovely eyes and pretty hair and a way of looking very directly at one. Now he had to admit that she had become more important to him than anyone else in the world. The idea of a future without her wasn't to be borne. She had by some mysterious metamorphosis become more beautiful than anyone else he had ever encountered.
If anyone should want to know my name, I am called Leah. And I spend all my time weaving garlands of flowers with my fair hands, t o please me when I stand before the mirror; my sister Rachel sits all the day long before her own, and never moves away. She loves to contemplate her lovely eyes; I love to use my hands to adorn myself: her joy is in reflection, mine in act.
...notice how he will come to manhood with his own particular soul bespeaking itself through the windows which are his eyes, and such lovely eyes surely do prophesy and indicate the loveliest of souls.
O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!
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