“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The day was a beautiful balmy summer one. [...]

[...] I don’t see how she can express that earthly love more clearly, simply, and beautifully than she does here. [...]

[...] Seth came through several times, delivering beautifully organized little dissertations to Dr. Guy on how he might relax enough to allow the psychic signs that he’s so interested in to come through. [...]

[...] During the evening as I worked in the kitchen, I heard her sing beautifully in Sumari several times; Seth spoke also, much more forcefully that he had this afternoon. [...]

[...] They looked like three lines of beautifully fluctuating, regular tracings. [...]

[...] His eyes, his motions, his fur, were beautiful—an excellent example of that “supportive action” that Jane had been talking about. [...]

When you love life very deeply then it is very easy to despair, and when you compare ideal human relations to the relations that exist in the world as it is, it is very easy to despair; but if you give in to despair then you cannot see the beauty that does exist for the despair will eat it through like lye; and so hold on to the beauty and guard it and the vitality of your thoughts and emotions and your natural vitality as you would your life, for it is your life. [...]

[...] They are not beautiful because they believe it is their responsibility to please your eye. They are beautiful because they love themselves and beauty. [...]

[...] Try to be honest with yourselves as to those early experiences in which you forced yourselves to behave differently than you were, because adults told you that you must … You had better understand the beautiful, unique quality of your own individuality lest you project upon the other sex — whichever sex you are — those abilities and qualities that you are afraid are your own, or project upon them those abilities and qualities that you wish you possessed and fear you do not.

(I see plants I have planted long ago; flourishing and beautiful, and can be used for decorating or repotted. I think that here I had a false awakening and told Rob about the beautiful plants. [...]

Now, I will not keep you from your beauty sleep.

[...] No, I don’t. I’m beautiful enough.”)

[...] You do not realize now, you do not let yourself realize, the beauty and the complicated reality of your being. [...]

[...] You must accept life on its own terms with the faith that your life now has a meaning and a beauty and a purpose. [...]

The Arabs and the Jews and your Baptist Carter—a beautiful instructional picture. [...]

[...] Gradually her perception of the beauty in ordinary things became considerably heightened. [...]

[...] He became especially beautiful, Jane told me; when she stroked him his fur felt marvelously smooth and alive. [...]

Some people are afraid of snakes, even of the most harmless variety, and blind to their beauty and place in the universe. Some are afraid of certain thoughts, and so are oblivious to their beauty and their place in mental life.

[...] Many live into their nineties without ever appreciating to that extent the beauty of their being. [...]

[...] The beautiful Glen is the first place I took her to after our engagement in 1955.

(Long pause.) Your species as a species includes the idiot and the genius, the stupid and the wise, the athletic, the deformed, the beautiful and the ugly, and all variations in between. [...]

[...] I want to note, again, that Ruburt earlier decided to bank on his intellect as a child, rather than upon beauty, as he felt his mother had. [...]

[...] It was a beautiful summer day. [...]

“A terrific little dream that beautifully states its message: Mary’s ideas of romance and making love (represented by modern-day flowered sheets) are being transposed from the bedroom into the area of her art, and in a way that mars the art itself. [...]

[...] This time, through the creation of beauty in paintings, he more than makes up for past errors; not only because paintings certainly should possess beauty, but because they instill positive creative thoughts in the mind of the beholder.

[...] This is a beautiful example. [...]

[...] The day had turned hot and bright and humid — a beautiful day to be alive, actually, though I’d agreed with the priests when each of them said that Joe was in an even better place now.