Quotes About Beauty

I couldn't believe that something so beautiful could come from fire.

But here the correlation with Beauty and the Beast ends. In the fable, the beauty kisses the beast. In the Bible, the beauty does much more. He becomes the beast so the beast can become the beauty. Jesus changes places with us. We, like Adam, were under a curse, but Jesus changed places with us and put himself under that curse (Gal. 3:13).

Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leave you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing and listen as Heaven whispers, Do you like it? I did it just for you.

Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leaves you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing and listen as Heaven whispers, Do you like it? I did it just for you.

Las lágrimas son el material con el cual el paraíso entreteje su más brillante arco iris.

But God dances amidst the common.

He spent over three decades wading through the muck and mire of our sin yet still saw enough beauty in us to die for our mistakes.

Once you have seen his face you will forever long to see it again.

God is there in the kindness of a stranger. In the beauty of the sunset. In the gentle word and the hug just when you need it.

On your wedding day, God loaned you his work of art: an intricately crafted, precisely formed masterpiece. He entrusted you with a one-of-a-kind creation. Value her. Honor him. Having been blessed with a Testore, why fiddle around with anyone else?

Sunsets steal our breath. Caribbean blue stills our hearts. Newborn babies stir our tears. But take all these away—strip away the sunsets, oceans, and cooing babies—and leave us in the Sahara, and we still have reason to dance in the sand. Why? Because God is with us.

C'était une nuit de pleine lune. On y voyait comme en plein jour. Une armée de nuages aussi cotonneux que des flocons vint masquer le ciel. Ils étaient des milliers de guerriers blancs à prendre possession du ciel. C'était l'armée de la neige.

Être attentif à une branche prise dans le vent du matin. Observer le mouvement de la brume et des nuages. Vivre les lieux. Respirer les parfums de la nature. Saisir l'instant. Puis s'enfermer dans son atelier. Et reproduire en un trait unique les nuances de la réalité. Travail solitaire. Souffle divin. Comme tous les artistes sur cette terre, changer le monde de façon invisible. Et cependant évidente…

The Chinese did not admire a bent back; goddesses and warriors stood straight. Still there must have been a marvelous freeing of beauty when a worker laid down her burden and stretched and arched.

when the petals fall Say it is beautiful and good, say it is well

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

Alive to the loving past She conjures her own. Nothing is wholly lost— Sun on the stone. And lilacs in their splendor Like lost friends Come back through grief to tell her Love never ends.

What I long for with a deep ache inside me is sacred music. I long for the Fauré Requiem, for the Haydn "Mass in Time of War," for some pure celestial music that could lift me above myself, into that sphere where great art lives, beyond what man can be in himself, the intimation of the sacred—what cannot be dirtied or smudged by wickedness or by anger, which no threat can touch.

Hilary has often asked herself why she felt the need for flowers..., but there it was. The house felt empty and desolate without them. They were silent guests who must be made happy, and who gave the atmosphere a kind of sou.

A garden is a perpetual experiment. It may evoke, but it can rarely memorialize, at least in the sense of imitation. Gardens are as original as people.

A GRAY DAY … but, strangely enough, a gray day makes the bunches of daffodils in the house have a particular radiance

Hilary had always imagined that one of the blessings of old age would be that one might live by and for these essentials...the light on a wall.

The sun has suddenly come out and there is a bright blue sky—all this happened while I wrote a few words! Astonishing!

The truth of her nature gave out an undimmed light—and all her love of beauty, and of persons, was made poignant by this imperishable integrity." Her strength came from very deep and had nothing to do with discipline or control. She never became a character, set in her ways, but remained to the end a nature, rich and open to life, able to deal with radical change and to welcome it.