What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina  

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If you want to be happy, be.
Leo Tolstoy (via larmoyante)




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130 portraits of royals:

106. Prince Carl Philip of Sweden by Mattias Edwall










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When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via larmoyante)