When life is a horror....Don't look like a ghost!
The most beautiful women in the world are the ones that can stand as rivals on the battlefield of love, yet they can still see each other__ pain. They can set down their swords for only just a moment to acknowledge the beauty of the warrior that stands before them__he passion, the fearlessness and the relentless fire that never gives up. It is in this moment that we learn that it is not the man that sees the worth of the hearts torn by battle in his honor; it is the women who have suffered for so long. Two women that can __ee_ clearly the worth of the other, even while they grow weary from their wounds is the only kind of beauty that matters. For if there wasn__ two worthy opponents there would be no war in love.
Quote Detail
The most beautiful women in the world are the ones that can stand as rivals on the battlefield of love, yet they can still see each other__ pain. They can set down their swords for only just a moment to acknowledge the beauty of the warrior that stands before them__he passion, the fearlessness and the relentless fire that never gives up. It is in this moment that we learn that it is not the man that sees the worth of the hearts torn by battle in his honor; it is the women who have suffered for so long. Two women that can __ee_ clearly the worth of the other, even while they grow weary from their wounds is the only kind of beauty that matters. For if there wasn__ two worthy opponents there would be no war in love.
Quick Answer
What this quote page tells you
This canonical quote page keeps the full saying, the attributed author, any linked work, and the topic tags together so the quote can be cited from one stable URL.
Related Quotes
More quote cards from the same area
Nothing Makes Me Feel Happier Than Seeing A Child Smile From Happiness.
Love is always worth the risks, even when, especially when, it scares you.
There, conspicuous in the light of the conflagration, lay the dead body of a woman__he white face turned upward, the hands thrown out and clutched full of grass, the clothing deranged, the long dark hair in tangles and full of clotted blood. The greater part of the forehead was torn away, and from the jagged hole the brain protruded, overflowing the temple, a frothy mass of gray, crowned with clusters of crimson bubbles__he work of a shell.The child moved his little hands, making wild, uncertain gestures. He uttered a series of inarticulate and indescribable cries__omething between the chattering of an ape and the gobbling of a turkey__ startling, soulless, unholy sound, the language of a devil. The child was a deaf mute.Then he stood motionless, with quivering lips, looking down upon the wreck.
This book's like black holes. It really engulfes you whole.
Velva wasn__ merely a rose among the thorns, the lily of the valleys, she was Empress amongst the stars and planet.