Quotes About Beauty

This realization unsettled my sense of personal progress and education: it was possible to have freedom and plenty in the West and craft an empty life; it was possible to "have nothing" in the East and create a life of intimacy and dignity and beauty.

But what we did is we studied our town. We did an inventory of all of the things that were present there—farms and marshes and springs and historic sites, Indian trails, buildings, our tobacco farms included. And what happened after we did this very careful and very extensive inventory is, we fell in love with the place. Most of us didn't know where we lived. We had just moved in and out rather oblivious to the beauty of things.

The mystery and art of living are as grand as the sweep of a lifetime and the lifetime of a species. And they are as close as beginning, quietly, to mine whatever grace and beauty, whatever healing and attentiveness, are possible in this moment and the next and the next one after that.

But our world is abundant with beauty and courage and grace. I'm aware of a growing aspiration to attend, with all the tools we have at hand, to the human change that makes social change possible. The digital world, though a new Wild West in many ways, is on some basic level simply another screen on which we project the excesses and possibilities of life in flesh and blood.

Wonderment in the face of the other is also so beautifully exacting a progression from mere tolerance.

Huge mammals surrounded us, any one of whom could easily overturn our stupid little boat. Tripod would drown. I would drown. Joe would undoubtedly be rescued by mermaids seduced by his beauty.

The sadness shouldn't cancel out what had been so bright and full and beautiful. Just because the cherry blossoms would fall didn't mean you should mourn them on the tree.

Being sexy is exhausting.

And because he loved her, it wouldn't matter that she wasn't twenty-two or thirty or forty anymore. In his eyes she was truly the most beautiful woman in the world. The thought brought tears to Parker's eyes. A sucker for love indeed.

It looks like he's seducing the music out of the piano, and though I know nothing about piano performance, I can see that to be great, a pianist has to do just that… seduce the instrument, win it over, become part of the great, beautiful piano and the music itself.

But why did you upgrade me?" "Because you're not a skinny dwarf." "Is that an insult?" "Is it? Would you like to be a skinny dwarf? Because even though you're acting like Grumpy—

I like my face. I have a few crow's-feet, sure. My skin's not as elastic as it used to be… I gained a lot of weight when I was pregnant, as one tends to do with three babies inside, and it shows. But this is the face of a woman who's been through a lot, a woman who has lost a lot and held on to a lot, too. This is the face my daughters love, the face they look to for comfort and unconditional love, for patience. For wisdom. For guidance.

When you're surrounded by peers at their peak of beauty, it's impossible to forget your own imperfections. My weight was like a Dementor, always close, always stealing happiness, something I always tried and failed to escape.

I'm eighty-two, can you believe it?" She's actually ageless, given that her purple face is stretched tighter than an eggplant. "So what did you have done?" I ask, unable to help myself. "The whole package," she says. "Got my eyelids done, some Botox, a little filler, chin implant, cheekbones, got my lips done, neck lift, breast implants, tummy tuck, ass lift.

Yes. So Rachel can enjoy that for years to come, because what woman doesn't fret over this? After all, don't we all walk around with mirrors in our panties, making sure our labia looks plump enough? I try to fix my face, but I'm fairly sure my disgust shows.

He had the kind of looks that made breathing irrelevant.

He was still so beautiful, though I recognized the signs of a hard struggle with alcohol and drugs. He was thinner than I remembered, and a few capillaries were broken in his cheeks. There were a few scars that might've been from skin picking on his face, a classic habit of a junkie.

the stars were most brilliant against the darkest sky. Their infertility was the darkness, making every happy moment all the more brilliant for it.

I don't care if you wear a muu muu or a tutu, you'll still be beautiful." "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me," I joked with him. "And you get extra points for making it rhyme.

I suddenly understood why ancient man sat around staring at fire. It was a beautiful dance as old as the dawn of time. You could easily become entranced within its flames; stripping away everything except the raw humanity that burned within us all.

The sand and the sea bowed to her glory; reveling in her presence and soaking up her beauty.

Books had always been her solace. Novels gave her the space to be bold, brave, beautiful, if only in her imagination.

Love is sunshine to the rose. It can't stop shinin' just because the bud begins to bloom.

Hoe graag zou ik niet beginnen met de beschrijving van iets moois, een diepblauw meer, omringd door perfect kegelvormige vulkanen, een bulderende waterval diep in een oerwoud, een klaterende bron die in een drassig grasland ontspringt, een tapijt wilde hyacinten uitgerold in een donker bos, plekken die ik op reizen met andere mensen heb gezien, misschien bestaan ze nog, niet alles is verknoeid. ? De tuin der onschuldigen