Quotes About Beauty

The curve of my spine was so elegant. I felt deeply moved that, in all the years of having these shoulders, this spine, this back, I had never noticed how it was a line of poetry—an overture to the magnificence of the human body. I realized in that moment that women have no clue about our own beauty; no clue about the connection between pleasure and time; no clue about this deep, delicious, endlessly replenishing source of divinity within each of us.

loving, instead of depleting and effortful. Some pussification practices have become daily rituals. I take a bath instead of a shower because it makes me feel more relaxed and beautiful. I use lavender-scented Epsom salts because they smell nicer than the plain ones. After the bath I use coconut oil on my skin; it smells beautiful and nourishes the skin deeply.

This chapter reveals and elaborates upon the exquisite beauty of protein structure.

La gran Humanidad no tolera la belleza, quizá porque no puede vivir sin ella; el horror de la fealdad avanza cada día a pasos acelerados.

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.

Intelligence is perhaps but a malady, -a beautiful malady; the oysters's pearl.

Jusqu'au fond de l'horizon imaginable, jusqu'au bout du monde, il entendait la chute immense et molle des flocons.

Eléa-enfants regardait le garçon, et le garçon la regardait. ils étaient heureux et beaux. Ils se reconnaissaient comme s'ils avaient marché toujours à la rencontre l'un de l'autre, sans hâte et sans impatience, avec la certitude de se rencontrer. Le moment de la rencontre était venu, ils étaient l'un avec l'autre et ils se regardaient. Ils se découvraient, ils étaient tranquilles et émerveillés.

You can tell me anything, her eyes say, because I will see the beauty in everything you say.

You have the power to bestow upon each one of us a life of beauty and abundance, and I truly thank you for your boundless generosity and kindness.

the city that had served as the religious, economic, and political capital of the Jewish nation for a thousand years, was, by the time Pompey strode through its gates, recognized less for its beauty and grandeur than for the religious fervor of its troublesome population.

Telling himself there was no harm in one kiss, Severly leaned and gently took her lips with his. As the warmth of his mouth held hers, the world stopped for Celia. Everything became part of this moment - the sunlight filtering in from the window behind them, the scent of tuberoses and lilies, all became part of this, her first kiss.

Suum cuique pulchrum est.

We do not take moonlight for granted. It is like snow, or like dew on a July morning. It does not reveal but changes what it covers.

The primroses were over.

I distinguish two types of human beings, Love people, who love the sky and the flowers, and Power People, who are essentially sold on naked power.

The world is a dream, you say, and it's lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky." "No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?

Nothing good is a miracle, nothing lovely is a dream.

It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea.

The image is a dream. The beauty is real.

The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?

Are you telling me that even though it's changing every second, the sky is always a perfect sky?

Once we visit death, once we see the beauty waiting for us, our fear's gone. Used to be never a book written, of our experience with dying. Now there are shelves, waiting to be read. The beliefs, the experiences of so many others, now.

pero la velocidad era poder, y la velocidad era gozo y la velocidad era era pura belleza