Quotes About Beauty

As people began to congregate around the door, Tiana made her way to the closest window. She gasped at the sight on the other side of the glass. The fog had thinned, but only in the area surrounding their house, and flower petals rained from the sky. They collected on the ground like a colorful snowfall. Tiana closed her eyes, a gentle smile touching her lips. She was at peace, because her daddy was now at peace.

I do use husbands a bit (in books). It's what writers of this kind do, actually. I am quite careful to try to keep the family out of my writing. You find, on the whole, that men will forgive you everything if you say they are good in bed and the women if you say they are beautiful. It's the way to turn away wrath.

Curran was beautiful but perhaps a little mad.

Land of extremes. Land of contrasts. Land of surprises. Land of contradictions.... That is Arizona.

I even see the cinema itself as a woman, with its alternation of light and darkness, of appearing and disappearing images

Il bello sarebbe meno ingannevole e insidioso se cominciasse a venir considerato bello tutto ciò che dà un'emozione, indipendentemente dai canoni stabiliti.

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña.

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña. Con la sombra en la cintura ella sueña en su baranda, verde carne, pelo verde, con ojos de fría plata.

Paint me a heaven of love with your bloodied mouth.

And my heart opened like a flower under sky, its petals of desire, its stamens of dreams…

If lilies would grow backwards, if roses would grow backwards, if all those roots could see the stars & the dead not close their eyes, we would become like swans.

You can't look at yourself in the ocean. Your looks fall apart like tendrils of light. Night on earth. - The Great Sadness

When the moon sails out with a hundred faces all the same, the coins made of silver break out in sobs in the pocket.

Amor. Amar. Amor. De la boñiga con el sol, del sol con la vaca muerta y el escarabajo con el sol.

The air pregnant with rainbows shatters its mirrors over the grove. - Air

The golden girl bathed in the water and the water turned gold

To find a kiss of yours] translated by Sarah Arvio. To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss that strayed from your lips dead to love My lips taste the dirt of shadows To gaze at your dark eyes what would I give Dawns of rainbow garnet fanning open before God— The stars blinded them one morning in May And to kiss your pure thighs what would I give Raw rose crystal sediment of the sun

La aurora de Nueva York tiene cuatro columnas de cieno y un huracán de negras palomas que chapotean las aguas podridas

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento.Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña. Con la sombra en la cintura ella sueña en su baranda, verde carne,pelo verde, con ojos de fria plata.

Y aunque no me quisieras te querría por tu mirar sombrío como quiere la alondra al nuevo día, sólo por el rocío.

con tantos encajes pareces una ola y me das el mismo miedo que de niño tuve al mar.

Al gemir la santa niña, quiebra el cristal de las copas. La rueda afila cuchillos y garfios de aguda comba: brama el toro de los yunques, y Mérida se corona de nardos casi despiertos y tallos de zarzamora.

Wish" Just your hot heart, nothing more. My Paradise, a field, no nightingales, no strings, a river, discrete, and a little fountain. Without the spurs, of the wind, in the branches, without the star, that wants to be a leaf. An enormous light that will be the flow of the Other, in a field of broken gazes. A still calm where our kisses, sonorous circles of echoes, will open, far-off. And your hot heart, nothing more.

Si me preguntan ustedes por qué digo yo "Mil panderos de cristal herían la madrugada", les diré que los he visto en manos de ángeles y árboles, pero no sabré decir nada más, ni mucho menos explicar su significado. Y está bien que sea así. El hombre se acerca por medio de la poesía con más rapidez al filo donde el filósofo y el matemático vuelven la espalda en silencio.