Quotes About Beauty

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race—that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. None

Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see the paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the grey, the every-coloured books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With

Con un sorriso così, non hai bisogno di occhi.

Cómo le regalas a alguien un pedazo de cielo? A finales de febrero, se detuvo en medio de Münchenstrasse y se quedó mirando una enorme nube que asomaba tras las colinas como un monstruo blanco.

siempre encuentro humanos en su mejor y en su peor momento. Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto cómo ambas pueden ser lo mismo. Sin embargo, tienen algo que les envidio: al menos los humanos tienen el buen juicio de morir.

Le cÅ"ur humain est une ligne, tandis que le mien est un cercle, et j'ai la capacité infinie de me trouver au bon moment au bon endroit. En conséquence, je trouve toujours des humains au meilleur et au pire d'eux-mêmes. Je vois leur beauté et leur laideur, et je me demande comment une même chose peut réunir l'une et l'autre. Reste que je les envie sur un point. Les humains ont au moins l'intelligence de mourir.

Intanto che i bambini ballano nel giardino, sotto il cielo della notte e sotto le luci di Natale, noto qualcosa. Lua e Marie si stanno tenendo per mano. Sembrano così felici, in questo istante, mentre osservano i loro figli, e le luci sulla vecchia casa di eternit. Lua bacia Marie. Un bacio delicato, sulle labbra. Marie ricambia. A volte, le persone sono belle. Non per l'aspetto. Non per quello che dicono. Semplicemente, per quello che sono.

I laugh and the stars are watching It's good to be alive

They waited for the clouds to disappear, and when they did, they could see the rest of the forest. It wouldn't stop growing, she explained. But neither would this. The young man looked at the branch that held his hand. He had a point.

Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto cómo ambas pueden ser lo mismo.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything. They look like they're so happy, just inside this moment, watching the kids and the lights on their old fibro house. Lua kisses her. Just softly on the lips. And she kisses back. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

This isn't about words. It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

Byly tam hvÄ›zdy. Pálily mÄ› z nich o?i.

From a Himmel Street window, he wrote, the star set fire to my eyes.

Sometimes people are beautiful Not in looks Not in what they say Just in what they are

a beautiful, tear-stomped girl,shaking the dead.

Much of my crying is for joy and wonder rather than for pain. A trumpet's wailing, a wind's warm breath, the chink of a bell on an errant lamb, the smoke from a candle just spent, first light, twilight, firelight. Everyday beauty. I cry for how life intoxicates. And maybe just a little for how swiftly it runs.

Everything about this evening is both exquisite and bewildering and I can't decide if I want to go on with this dream or run back down the yellow-lit rock to the stable. But the stable door is closed.

All of Venice is tattered, resewn, achingly lovely, and like an enchantress, she disarms me, making off with the very breath of me.

I preferred one waltz with a beauty to a lifetime with someone less rare.

The boy was twelve, reveling in the strange dust-smelling murk of a New Orleans library, watching motes flash gold in a beam of sun. He loved the ceiling lights on chains and the table lamps with their green glass shades. The room was as beautiful as another world.

It comes from looking at the heart of things, from stopping to smell not only the roses but the bushes as well. It is a quality of attention to ordinary life that is so loving and intimate it is almost worship.

King nos pedía que creyéramos en la posibilidad de que se produjeran pequeños actos cotidianos de fraternidad, no en un mundo perfecto. Lo real se vuelve así bello y a eso es a lo que se adhiere la esperanza. El utopismo es un precursor de la desesperanza; por ello, la fe y la esperanza necesitan encontrar belleza en lo cercano.

Every experience that's part of your best destiny is beautiful to your soul.