Wilkie CollinsThe mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.
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The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls. The Mystery is not something beyond us to understand, but something at our very core. That is what makes it so beautiful.
Source: The Woman In White
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