Quotes About Beauty

Exist? portretele de dup? moarte, peste care moartea a trecut, chipurile acelea mari, cu buzele savant lucrate, pline de secrete ce nu-mi mai apar?in fiindc? nu mai sunt ale vie?ii.

La beauté de Catherine de Mainau n'était plus qu'un souvenir ; au lieu de miroirs, elle avait dans sa chambre ses portraits d'autrefois. (p. 86)

hakikaten güzel bir ruhun ÅŸana ÅŸöhrete kavuÅŸmayaca??n?, çünkü bunu arzu etmediÄŸini kederlenerek düÅŸünmüÅŸümdür.

Rimasi meravigliato nell'osservare come fosse piccolo quel viso dal quale veniva tanta luce; seduta così sotto la loggia, la gatta ai piedi sul lembo della veste, sembrava un'immagine da pittura di un genere non ancora inventato.

Correva verso il lago con un volo costante che non pareva corrispondere alla misura del passo umano

Todays uplifting phrase is love your body exactly as it is. Yout think it is imperfect and you're right, but its only goning to get worse.

Where does love go when it dies? Into flowers and other beautiful things? Back out into the universe to be recycled?

If it is made with love, the imperfect becomes perfect.

Stop, would you? My confidence is in bits. I'm forty-four and feeling every second of it, and even if I wanted to, there's no way I'd reveal this elderly body to a new man. It'd be like Game of Thrones when Melisandra takes off her necklace and ages nine hundred years.

The stars are always there, even in the daylight. Sometimes we just can't see them.

Hamstrung as I am with shortness and a tendency to roundness, which I need to watch like a hawk, I certainly don't look the part.

Not that anyone ever fancied someone because they were a kind person. If that was the case Mother Teresa would have to fend them off with sticks.

mistakenly thinking that if you improve your hair you can improve your life.

But to me, butterflies were slightly sneaky; all they were, were moths in embroidered jackets. And, yes, moths were creepy and their flapping wings made a nasty, papery sound – but at least they were honest; they were brown, they were dull, they were stupid (flying into flames at the drop of a hat). All in all, they hadn't much going for them but they didn't pretend to be anything other than what they were.

If it was that beautiful, why did I leave you

Your thorns are the best part of you.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

A queen is wise. She has earned her serenity, not having had it bestowed on her but having passer her tests. She has suffered and grown more beautiful because of it. She has proved she can hold her kingdom together. She has become its vision. She cares deeply about something bigger than herself. She rules with authentic power.

Something very beautiful happens to people when their world has fallen apart: a humility, a nobility, a higher intelligence emerges at just the point when our knees hit the floor. Perhaps, in a way, that's where humanity is now: about to discover we're not as smart as we thought we were, will be forced by life to surrender our attacks and defenses which avail us of nothing, and finally break through into the collective beauty of who we really are. [ Facebook post , August 31, 2013]

you're on this earth with a divine purpose: to rise to the level of your highest creative possibility, expressing all that you are intellectually, emotionally, psychologically, and physically in order to make the universe a more beautiful place.

Dear God, Thank you for this new day, its beauty and its light. Thank You for my chance to begin again. Free me from the limitations of yesterday. Today may I be reborn. May I become more fully a reflection of Your radiance. Give me strength and compassion and courage and wisdom. Show me the light in myself and others. May I recognize the good that is available everywhere.

The wicked stepmother, which is the ego, can put the Sleeping Beauty or Christ within us to sleep, but she can never destroy it. What is created by God is indestructible.

Marianne Williamson

There are people who manifest the potential for sparkle that we all share, and those who don't. Those who do are usually people who somewhere along the line, either from parents or lovers, were told verbally or nonverbally, "You're wonderful and beautiful." Love is to people what water is to plants.