A Quote by Charles Robert Maturin
Beauty hath no lustre save when it gleameth through the crystal web that purity's fine fingers weave for it.
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No one hath seen beauty in its highest lustre who hath never seen it in distress.
Islam emphasized the internal purity of man that is achieved through the purity of the mind in realizing the Right and the purity of feelings through having the pure intention towards man, far away from the meanness of malevolence and hatred and through the purity of the movement that is not lunched except for the sake of justice, Good and life.
To do justice to the figure of Kafka in its purity and its peculiar beauty one must never lose sight of one thing: it is the purity and beauty of a failure.
Like small children you must have a very clean heart to accept, to absorb the beauty of peace that is within you and also the beauty of purity. Without purity, you cannot enjoy anything.
Gold hath no lustre of its own.
It shines by temperate use alone.
Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
While there are certainly food-focused content out there on the Web and on TV, most of this content need to weave through many layers of editing before it reaches the viewer.
I don't think people realize why weaves and the cultural appropriation of black hairstyles are so sensitive. It's deep-rooted. For me, it goes back to high school: I wanted to have the long, flowing hair. So I got a weave. But then I didn't want guys to put their fingers in it - you don't want them to feel your weave.
Science comforting man's animal poverty and leisuring his toil, hath humanized manners and social temper, and now above her globe-spredd net of speeded intercourse hath outrun all magic, and disclosing the secrecy of the reticent air hath woven a web of invisible strands spiriting the dumb inane with the quick matter of life.
Weave me a rope from this dark despair, from this dull-eyed pain... Weave me a rope from this endless night, from this distant shore... Weave me a rope that will pull me through these impossible times.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Crystal sincerity hath found no shelter but in a fool's cap.
Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave, when they think that their children are naive.
Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave when they think that their children are naive.
The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
Fancy can save or kill; it hath clos'd up
Wounds when the balsam could not, and without
The aid of salves:--to think hath been a cure.
For witchcraft then, that's all done by the force
Of mere imagination.
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