"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is
all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to
know."
[Ode on a Grecian Urn / John Keats]
But this truth for Virginia Woolf is far from perfection,
“Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.” [To the Lighthouse / Virginia Woolf]
"His Psyche true!
O latest born and loveliest vision far
Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy!
Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star,
Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky;
Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none,"
[Ode to Psyche / John Keats]
[Statue of Psyche & Cupid]
Celebrate beauty and crochet a pretty flower necklace to transcend into the sublime!
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