You Are Beautiful Quotes Novels & Stories

(Translation: What happened, kiddo? "Aap kitne acche hain ji. Aap ki wajah se hamein wo sab kuchh milta hai jo hamein aaj tak kabhi nahi mila. Aap hamein wo sab kuchh dilate hain jo hamein accha lagta hai. Aap ki wajah se hum kitne sundar dikhne lage hain pehele to hamein apne aap ko sheeshe mein dekhne se bhi darr lagta tha." She said overwhelmed with emotions. (Translation: You are the best. Because of you, I receive everything I had never gotten before; you get me everything I love. I look so beautiful now thanks to you, there was a time when I was even afraid to look at myself in the mirror.)

What did I just say? "You are so beautiful." I was still thinking of a loophole. ‘Admit it!’ No! "You are so beautiful... waterfalls! Oh yes! Waterfalls are beautiful, aren't they?" She nodded again and happily stared at the view. Well, she bought my lame excuse. Whew!

"I'm doctor Great, your psychiatrist, it's nice to meet you." He nodded to a chair and I sank into it. Suddenly one Facebook message dropped, I had to check it and it was another beautiful poem. Your beauty is ecstasy Giving me intense pleasure Your beauty is eternity Gazing at itself in every image of you Your beauty is heart enflamed Burning me in your eyes which one shade the more and one ray the less Your beauty is soul enchanted Filming like brilliant irregular rainbows in the memory of your image which I see though I close my eyes

🙈🙈🙈 I wonder which picture was that. KATHY❤💯🌈: Don't worry about what picture.. it was the beautiful one.. which basically refers to all your pictures because you are beautiful in all of them babe 😘❤😍.. Oh God. Can this girl make my face heat more than it already is now? ME: but Kathy did you look at yourself? You're a whole lot of beauty.. and I mean this from my tiny far away from you heart❤. You're really beautiful inside out...

Now I would do anything to trade this for intensity. I searched my head frantically for something nice and cheesy. Something from all the romantic short stories I'd been stuffing my brain with. "Um... Just be you. Have you ever heard of the phrase: Be-You-Tiful?" "No." It was my turn to give a smile, "Great. Let's try that. Maybe that's what you've been missing. Maybe that's what he wants to see. Maybe all it takes is for you to just show him that you're quite confident in who you are."

I cupped her face in my palms and placed a kiss on her forehead. “ Who said you are not beautiful? You are the most beautiful girl I have come across. You have a heart of gold. Haven't you heard beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder?” She smiled a little. “ You know, when you smile, my whole world lightens.” “ Out of all the things, you got stuck only on beauty.” She giggled. I scratched my chin.

"You can't go out into the world and ask the world: am I beautiful? You have to tell the world you're beautiful. You can't wait for anybody else's opinion. The mirror reflects, it doesn't define. You define. The icing on the cake doesn't change the inside. It just changes the outer surface but the outer surface isn't important. The inside is what's most important. Who you are on the inside. What you are on the inside. Your talent, your potential, how special you are." She looked up at him, surprised. "Turn to the next page." He told her and she compiled. "The beauty of a woman is not by the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman i

have no right to care My youth is a series of worrying days when you are sad because your joy is my joy, and your sadness is my sorrow. My youth is a little joy when you share a little care, although not much, but that is enough for me. My youth is an illusion, an illusion that I am important to you, but no, only you are important to me. My youth is an indescribable pain, the pain that comes from you, from the girl you love makes you and me too, very painful... My youth is very vague but you are very clear and true, because my youth... is you, so no matter how much pain I still smile and accept, because you are there. - who I love with all my youth.

“Thanks, Mom. But you don’t have to tell me that. I already know how gorgeous I am. Even my husband says it every day. I believe I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.” Mom laughed softly, then turned toward Theodore who was focused on driving. “She says she’s the most beautiful woman on earth. Do you agree with that?” Theodore didn’t even glance back. His voice came out dry and too calm for my liking. “Everyone’s beautiful, Beatrice. Besides, the beautiful ones are not yet born.” My smile dropped. I clenched my fists in my lap, trying to swallow the heat that crawled up my chest. He was supposed to say I was the most beautiful. Was he blind? I wasn’t just beautiful—I was stunning. Why w

"The beauty of some people is visible from their face. So something from his body and his beautiful hair. So through the eyes of some. But the most important thing is that a person should have everything, only then he is called completely beautiful."The woman smiles and speaks while plucking leaves from the plants. Bella was walking along with that woman."And yes one thing no one else gets, this song is an important thing. The one who has all these things is very fortunate." After listening to Bela, the woman keeps social and says. "But those people are special, who despite not having all these things are called beautiful. I think it would be more correct to call they are lucky."