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She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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callmeanne:

"He loves her probably more than I’ve seen him love another woman. He loves and adores her." - Val Chmerkovskiy

callmeanne:

"He loves her probably more than I’ve seen him love another woman. He loves and adores her." - Val Chmerkovskiy

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I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.

Elizabeth: How did it begin?
Mr. Darcy: I cannot fix the hour, or the spot, or the look. It was too long ago and I was in the middle before I knew I had begun.

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