Quotes About Beauty

tall evergreens whose long and lush boughs were coated with mineral dust, like elegant ladies wearing too much face powder.

But he meant beauty in the sense of its organic connection to the material. And this is the connection that, for me, separates true stylists from decorators. The decorators are easy to recognize. That's why critics love them so.

Surely you've been sent from the heavens to teach us mortals what beauty is.

Then there was only the soft night wind and the timeless sea. And the stars above, where it had all been written.

She had found that men who were outstandingly handsome were either monumentally stupid or unbearably dull.

Kelly, before you walked out there, the audience thought you were just a beautiful, untouchable dream, a fantasy, out of reach. When you tripped and fell, it showed them that you're human, and they adored you for it

She used a lot of makeup—thick, dark eyeliner, false eyelashes, colored eye shadow and bright lipstick. It was as though she were trying to hide her beauty.

luxuriant black cascade, and against the graceful folds of her ivory

Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. Yet civilization could not do without it.

what we know to be useless, but expect civilization to value, is beauty;

Golden hour, magic hour, l'heure bleue. Evenings when the beauty of the changing sky made us both go still and dreamy. Sunlight falling at an angle across the lawn so that it touched our elevated feet, then moved up our bodies like a long slow blessing.

When did she plant the roses. In full magnificent bloom now, the red and the white. A fragrance to make you go, Aaah. I think how much they must have pleased her, year after year, and made her proud. And it's not the thought that she must miss them, but that she's no longer capable of missing them, that makes me sad.

old. Letter eight contains his famous vision of the Beauty and the Beast myth: Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love. Words often quoted, or paraphrased

Human beings could not have done this work on their own. God's spirit had been at work in holy Øistein and the men who built the church after him. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Now she understood those words. A reflection of the splendor of God's kingdom bore witness through the stones that His will was all that was beautiful.

There is so much writ upon the parchment of leaves, So much of beauty blown upon the winds, I can but fold my hands and sink my knees In the leaf pages. —James Still

Why I left, I don't know. I have never found a place of more beautiful night sounds, have never found a place where I so completely belonged despite being different.

The thing that struck me the most about all these letters was his love for the trees.

Daylight is the time God moves about the best. I've heard people say that they liked to watch the world come awake. But the world is always awake; sunlight just makes it seeable. In that moment when light hit the mountain, when the sun cracked through the sky big enough to make a noise if our ears could hear it, I would be aware again of all the things that had been going on throughout the night. Morning just made it easier to hear. Light takes away muteness. I

I throwed crumbs from last night's corn bread out onto the yard so redbirds would swoop down and peck at them.

I waited for hours, until the day bloomed and eased itself over the sea.

There was some comfort in knowing that, although the world was being torn in two, there were still remarkable things that went on being, that refused to lose their shine. Some days it was only the wonder that kept us going.

A work of art like this,' he tells one of the journalists, 'demands that the life lived in it be a work of art as well. I am certain that Viktor Landauer and his beautiful wife will do the place justice.

John Ruskin once noted that "to paint water in all its perfection is as impossible as to paint the soul.

And there are the girls—young, chocolate-skinned, ever-giggling naked girls with sleek wet bodies, rosebud nipples, long hair, coltish legs, and scarlet and purple petals folded behind their ears—who play in the white Indian Ocean surf and who run, quite without shame, along the cool wet sands on their way back home.