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“Everyone is trying to be some idealized version that's mostly created by Hollywood or put out by the fashion industry and amplified by social media. But it's not healthy to be constantly inundated by all of these images and comparing ourselves to the most beautiful person on the planet. Accept yourself for who you are and be confident in who you are and that you are the miracle of life itself.”

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“Wine enhances your beauty by making others look at you differently. Well, so long as they are the ones drinking it. If you come visit my duck farm, I have some old grapes I could serve you.”

“Sest ilu on see, mis jääb, kõik muu kaob. Hing kaob, vaim kaob, aga ilu ei kao, tema jääb. Sest kui keegi on ilu näinud, s. t. kui keegi on ilu nähes ilu tundnud, siis saab tema ise seeläbi ilusamaks, võtab tuntud, maitstud ilu endasse ja nõnda jääb ilu, kui kõik kaob. Eks ole see jumalik? Jääb see, mida tõeliselt pole olemaski, ja kaob see, mis olemas. Nii et kui Teie pisutki olete tundnud minu silmis ilu, siis elab see ilu teis edasi. Ma olen nii õnnelik seda mõeldes!”

“It was delicious in the garden. The storm had passed over long since, and it was still and warm; the sweetness of the stocks and roses filled the air with the peculiar intensity of fragrance of flowers after rain - in the evening light they had the unnatural shadowy vividness of a coloured photograph. The rain had stirred up the nightingales too - near and far, their bubbling ecstasy welled out from the dark shelter of ilexes and cypresses, and through the open windows of the villa there came presently the cool elusive sequences of Debussy's music - ghosts of melody rather than melodies, evocations rather than statements; gleams on water and pale lights in spring skies, a single star, slow waves beating in mist on a deserted shore. Grace leant back in the corner of her seat, listening, watching the leaves of the buckthorns, like little curved pencils, against the sky above her head; in the relaxation of fatigue her attention was fixed on nothing, but some part of her was profoundly aware of all these things - the scent of the flowers, the song of the nightingales, the cool western music, with its memories of her own Atlantic shores.”

“Here’s the thing about true love. If there are seven billion people on the planet, there are seven billion different ways to see it. There is no such thing as the most beautiful woman in the world. What looks like love for one person doesn’t for another. Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, could become any woman because any woman could be the most beautiful woman in the world to someone. I’ve always loved that about Aphrodite. Even though she'd picked her favourite, she knew that every face was worthy of adoration.”