Tuesday, April 26, 2011

porcelain beauty

She is the porcelain doll that sits inside the toy store window.
She is the picture of beauty, contentment, and perfection - the very thing a world of young girls earnestly long for as they gaze upon the doll's perfect complexion.

Her china blue eyes stare expressionlessly out the window, telling the world she is content, and her scarlet lips seem to whisper, "Only beauty is required."

She is the porcelain beauty in the toy store window.
She is the standard by which I will no longer measure my worth.

For although she is beautiful, she is also breakable.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Do not imagine that if you meet a really humble man
he will be what most people call 'humble' nowadays: he will not be a sort of greasy, smarmy person, who is always telling you that, of course, he is nobody. Probably all you will think about him is that he seemed a cheerful, intelligent chap who took a real interest in what you said to him. If you do dislike him it will be because you feel a little envious of anyone who seems to enjoy life so easily.
He will not be thinking about humility.
He will not be thinking about himself at all.
-CS Lewis