Quotes About Beauty

Light is a particle and a wave. This is hard to understand, how a thing can be two things at once. But a woman is also both a particle and a wave. She's a wave when you see her reach down to pull a shell from the sea, and you feel her beauty pass through you like electrical current. She's a particle when her hair brushes your face, and her hands push into yours

Beauty, when it is not a promise of happiness, must be destroyed.

I rise to taste the dawn, and find that love alone will shine today.

Real magic is as joyful and sad as a jazz funeral, as pretty and as dangerous as white oleander. If you want to experience the spirit world, be ready for beauty that will bring tears to your eyes and for terrors that will scare you witless.

Toate religiile ne înva?? acelaÈ™i lucru È™i ne reamintesc c? purt?m în noi nem?rginirea, c? noi suntem întruparea frumuseÈ›ii È™i a cunoaÈ™terii È™i c? suntem doar o particul? de praf, dar în care se ascunde Universul, pentru c? suntem o parte din Dumnezeu. O parte? Nu! Noi suntem Dumnezeu, pentru c? infinitul nu este divizibil.

To nije ništa opasno, zar ne zlato moje. Ispunjena nježnoš?u privila je dijete na grudi..barem ste vi malo dražesno ?udo.

What a blessing to be able to walk half a day in such a bright vault and in grass! I'd be glad to be crucified for it. It's like having a glimpse of one's love

She glowed like a lighthouse and rolled like the ocean

I was a leaf that had released its hold on the tree. This was my moment of motion, of flight – my solitary dance through the air, separate from my billion twins. No longer green and faceless on the tree, not yet crushed and decomposing on the forest floor.

Proverbs 16:31 says, "The silver-haired head is a crown of glory, if it is found in the way of righteousness," and Proverbs 20:29 adds, "The splendor of old men is their gray head." Unfortunately, in today's world, white hair represents feeble health and declining strength. But not so with God. It is an emblem of wisdom, glory, and antiquity, and it will be a crown of glory to those who follow Christ.

She was blond as hell, wearing a lot of black.

But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can recapture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty in it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties.

Everything seems asleep, and yet going on all the time. It is a goodly life that you lead, friend; no doubt the best in the world, if only you are strong enough to lead it!

The Puritan through life's sweet garden goes to pluck the thorn and cast away the rose.

In fact, the ongoing and deepening contrast between the Jesus of the Gospels and popular cultural misconfigurations is the principal reason I have written this book. Jesus is far more beautiful than many have imagined. It all has to do with love, but not just any kind of love, but with holy love." Jesus the Stranger: The Man from Galilee and the Light of the World, p. xviii.

Beyond the lake, over the mountains, the clouds were illuminated from within by a brilliant stutter of lightning, and in that split second Elizabeth and I were etched against the sky.

There's fancy math to explain all this, of course. (...) But when you saw the Aurora, saw her floating and rising, you forget all about the match and just stared.

I felt like I was seeing Shannon through a new lens, undistracted by Jennifer's nuclear glow. I could see how pretty she really was, how kind her eyes were.

You look nice in those old slacks, but in the raw you are Beauty herself.

The day I see a leaf is a marvel of a day.

Japanese poetry does what poetry does everywhere: it intensifies and exalts experience.

Imperceptible It withers in the world, This flower-like human heart.

Give me your mouth. Your grace is as beautiful as sleep. You move against me like a wave That moves in sleep. Your body spreads across my brain Like a bird filled summer; Not like a body, not like a separate thing. But like a nimbus that hovers Over every other thing in all the world — Kenneth Rexroth, from " When We with Sappho," The Phoenix and the Tortoise (New Directions, 1944)

Your body spreads across my brain Like a bird filled summer; Not like a body, not like a separate thing, But like a nimbus that hovers Over every other thing in all the world. from "When We with Sappho,