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I wanted to tell you, if i were young, if i were eighteen, if i knew nothing yet about the separation between people and the nearly mathématical permanence of this separation between people, i would do the same as now, i would do the same books, i have remained eighteen like them, those readers, those original eighteen. If i die in ten years i will also have died at eighteen. I tell you, too, we think we can't survive knowing those abominable facts of the hopeles separation between people. Now, it's isn't true. You survive it. You can. You can do it your own way.

Beauty inside is the best thing a woman can have when beauty's inside. Then a beam of sincerity and warmth would radiate through us, seemingly glowing and dazzling. Beauty is not only outwardly, a person who has deep and outer beauty, but it's a good thing. The universe will love that, and a warm smile will welcome us. When we have beauty inside, our eyes will shine and make many smile at it. Our souls will be surrounded by things full of warmth, and the genuine things of many and ourselves.

Outward beauty would fascinate many and love us, but it would not be everlasting and equal to our giving of sincerity. Nothing is better than when we radiate the beauty of the soul, or inner beauty within ourselves to everyone. Being a sincere being, then the universe and god will provide many things similar to the good we do. If we don't have beauty on the outside, at least give it our souls and hearts in sincerity. Then with that, we'll look much prettier and sparkly.

Heart hid with a flowering face, the substance of the most divine show. My splendor is nothing like the sun. I have seen roses, red and white, but no such roses I see in their cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my splendor reeks. I grant I never saw a Goddess go by heaven, I think my endearment as rare as any she belied with false comparison. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact. The lover, all as frantic, sees their beauty: In a fine frenzy, rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth. The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them into shapes and gives to airy nothing.

In spirit, they walk the city, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair, and bed. Even the times they argued, fought, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except amid ruin? Gods and Goddesses stilled mid-flight, immortalized in a glory fast fading. distilled sunlight filtering through, unheeded, as devastating dawn for redemption, awakens. An epitome of Seraphic Guardian which has a beautiful and radiant aura. Glistening with passion and burning with strength, bright as the sun and calm as the sea.