Quotes About Beauty

He looks upon sky and steppe and sees that which God has created. I look and see God Himself.

When one of tal Kyrte misses steppe and sky, she longs not just for their beauty but also their cruelty. For among the free people the foreawareness of one's death, and heaven's indifference to it, is the keenest and most brilliant pleasure, rendering all precious. This is the supreme mystery, the fact of existence itself, before which mortals may only stand in silence.

When inspiration touches talent, she gives birth to truth and beauty. And when Steven Pressfield was writing The War of Art, she had her hands all over him.

while she discounted his adoration of her beauty—based, as it was, on a much younger woman—she also relied on it, and as time passed she was grateful for the restorative powers of his memory. No one else saw her the way he did. He knew the eighteenyear-old lifeguard she used to be, and the fashionable grad student, the coltish young mother.

Let God mold your heart, and He will also enhance your appearance as you are transformed into His likeness.

The sound of dogs howling from the next homestead over. But the space between our houses grows while I sleep. The forest around me deepens. The trees fall in love and multiply. The snow an intoxicant. I pray the pines don't get bolder, that they don't grow organs and hands.

Penobscot Bay

If I were asked to rate my looks on a scale of one to ten, I wouldn't.

crayon. Age had given his face a softly

As the poet E. E. Cummings observed, "Always a more beautiful answer that asks a more beautiful question.

She was almond-buttery with sweat and sun, her face corrugated with a thousand caramel wrinkles and her hair flour dusted, but the rest of her seemed decades younger.

Lord our God, hear my prayer, the prayer of my heart. Bless the largeness inside me, no matter how I fear it. Bless my reed pens and my inks. Bless the words I write. May they be beautiful in your sight. May they be visible to eyes not yet born. When I am dust, sing these words over my bones: she was a voice.

the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black.

I went to stand beside him and looked in the same direction as he, and it seemed for an instant I saw the world as he did, orphaned and broken and staggeringly beautiful, a thing to be held and put back right.

Lightning came, not jagged but in soft, golden licks across the sky

It's part of our overall Body Negation Program.

Cello music swelled out from the house, rising higher and higher until it lifted off the earth, sailing toward Venus.

It was the most beautiful, wicked blasphemy I'd ever heard.

The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.

I sat at her desk and turned one page after another, staring at what looked like bits and pieces of black lace laid cross the paper.

When a bee flies, a soul will rise

Then he rose and, opening the door, stared toward the valley with the same deep, pure gaze he'd cast on me. I went to stand beside him and looked in the same direction as he, and it seemed for an instant I saw the world as he did, orphaned and broken and staggeringly beautiful, a thing to be held and put back right.

The pear trees were bare, their limbs spread open like the viscera of a parasol. Stretching into the darkness beyond, the single houses, double houses, and villas were lined up in cramped, neat rows which ran toward the tip of the peninsula. p94

Sunk in the mud, it took all my strength to flip it over. I lifted out the oar and inspected the bottom for holes and rotted wood. Seeing none, I gathered up my skirt, climbed in, and paddled to the middle of the pond, an untouchable place, far from everything. I tried to think what I would say to him, worried my voice would slink off again and leave me. I remained there a long while, lapping on the surface. Vapor curled on the water, dragonflies pricked the air, and I thought it all beautiful.