Beauty
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“Why would any woman state that she is an ‘object’ of beauty, when no object can be beautiful? It is a contradiction, in such a sense, when to be an object makes a person not a human. Just as the artwork is given life through not its perception, though in its identification to being recognizable
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“…It can be imagined of a scenario where a man’s wife is no longer the beauty he once knew, who held his life in a place of normalcy, because she has undergone a change due to a disease. One cannot shun the man who does this. It is because a man’s psychology demands him to
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“No man deserves to call himself honest, if he cannot look at change, and name it next an upwards improvement.” – Modern Romanticism If a politician will not ever be honest enough to take down a president, or another politician, through the use of the gun, there will be left the deception enough to come
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“Beauty has no way to improve, without love. Without the care that goes into repairing wounds, being on the flesh of a beautiful form, there will be objective ugliness. For ugliness is made objective, opposite from what is beautiful, due to the innate knowledge that what has been made ugly, has been without love, been
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“Is there something more to fight for, than the love that fills the gap, fills the void? The void was not created because something is lost. The void has always been there. It is there because something is missing. Like the main ingredient in a dish, love is the main ingredient in life.” – Modern
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“One cannot mass produce quality. Such is physically impossible. For the average human does not understand quality, as much as they understand ‘the craving’. A human craves, to benefit their body. It is that the form can be the only thing mass produced. Were the mind mass produced, it would be the same as love
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“In a world full of towers, only their shadows make themselves the blankets over what cannot sprout.” – Modern Romanticism What becomes of a person who is encouraged to feel good of themselves, not care for what others think of them, and to be their own person? They become the one who never yearns to
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“We always lean to kiss the flame that is never meant to wither, like the flower.” – To not Sink a Friend
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“Love is felt, on knees, before the unseen, before the unexpected to have happened, before the rose that never wilted. We eat the storm’s rain, though it drains to our mouths from the opened wrist, as crimson. Love is bled, from a vein that drips its contents into our parted lips. We feel our weakness
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“No human on Earth can erase regret, so long as a memory is stored in where it had been frozen. Bury it, deep, though it won’t be killed.” – Modern Romanticism “One would be right to say that the future will be the same as their past, when they keep in the mind that the
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“We kiss our beloved to greet them. We kiss them upon a farewell. One last kiss, or one last dance, and it is all very personal. The world cannot be looked at, as though of one story. We may have the same ink for the page, though to erase the necessary division that allows us
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She is that, within herself and behind her tears. She holds the moon for her solace, with the sun for her shame. A life so wrenched, with idle strands before her forehead. She beads the tension to the surface of porcelain skin. A woman, who so wants to be held, without slipping free. A little
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