Quotes About Beauty

Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.

By nature, men desire the beautiful.

Those who resist are relentlessly self-critical. They ask the hard questions that mass culture, which promises an unachievable eternal youth, fame and financial success, deflects us from asking. What does it mean to be born? What does it mean to live? What does it mean to die? How do we live a life of meaning? What is justice? What is truth? What is beauty? What does our past say about our present? How do we defy radical evil?

Technological advancement and wealth are conflated in capitalism with human progress. All aspects of human existence that cannot be measured or quantified—beauty, truth, love, grief, the search for meaning, and the struggle with our own mortality—are ignored and ridiculed.

Irrationalism also depends on the cult of action for action's sake. Action being beautiful in itself, it must be taken before, or without, reflection. Thinking is a form of emasculation.

The Milky Way made a blizzard of stars in the narrow gap between the hills. A whip-poor-will called, its shrill sound close to the house.

When we are joyous of heart, we hear a resonance in the songs of the birds, see resonance in the opening of a flower, and feel it in the pressure of a friend's hand.

wonderful feature of all Was

Diotime expose les termes de ce qui sera appelé « dialectique ascendante » : l'amour se porte d'abord sur un beau corps, puis sur la beauté physique en général, puis sur la beauté de l'âme invisible, puis sur celle des Idées, puis sur l'Idée même du Beau.

Age is just a number, and agelessness means not buying into the idea that a number determines everything from your state of health to your attractiveness to your value.

What a puzzle you are to me, Jander Sunstar! You feed upon lifeblood, yet mourn the life you take. You are a being of shadow and night, yet you yearn to be surrounded by beauty. You are dead, but you cannot bear decay. What exactly are you? You can hardly be a vampire!

I could write an epic poem about your thighs." "That would amuse polite society rather too much, and I wouldn't like that." "I wouldn't either." She pressed her cheek to his belly. "I can't think of a word to rhyme with marble column.

What an expression of relief, my dear fiancée. However did you make your way through London society with such a revealing face? Not that I object, you understand. Leaning toward her, Mr. Knight smiled with the kind of intimate bewitchment that made her swallow to relieve her suddenly dry mouth. When a woman is as beautiful as you are, she's usually adept at hiding her emotions. With you, I'll always know what gives you pleasure, and strive always to do as you wish.

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A man's boots were made to fit tight, and normally it took both Blackburn and his valet to get them off. But Jane was strong. As she tugged, each muscle in her upper arms was delineated, clean and pure in its beauty. She was no useless bit of fluff, his Jane. She was a woman, capable and healthy, and he luxuriated in both her ingenious regard and her quiet confidence.

He looked directly at her. His gaze softened. His voice became that purr of blandishment that sent shivers up her spine. "No, MacLean men recognize beauty in their women, and once they find their one true love, they see beauty nowhere else.

He did not need to be distracted by a woman. A gorgeous woman, yes, but just a woman. He didn't understand her. That was the problem. She was beautiful but unaware of her beauty. She was rich but not grasping. She was timid, yet she rode fearlessly, and for a scroungy dog she roared like a lion. Because of her, he'd had his best boots nipped by a mutt's sharp teeth. Because of her, he'd ordered all flower arrangements changed from red to yellow roses.

Hair under the arms, for example, he said, should never be removed, for nature had put it there, and evidently it had some use. She had suddenly said, "You have too many children, Mr. Pollit.

Kane to Rose] I'll never forget the way you looked walking toward me. I never thought that I'd have a woman like you in my life. It's all there etched in my brain. And now, the way the light pours over our hair, the way all that silk shines, so black it's nearly blue. The world disappears when I'm holding you.

I look at you, and I see the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. Inside and out you are beautiful. I know you better than anyone else could ever know you, because I can see into your thoughts and read your memories. The very light in you, our tremendous capacity for loving, humbles me.

God. He was beautiful. A beautiful, troubled man forged by the fires of hell, ravaged by monsters.

Desari reached up to trace his lips. 'You have a perfect mouth, Julian. An amazingly perfect mouth.' He arched an eyebrow at her. 'Just my mouth is amazing?' 'You are such a man.' Her eyes laughed at him. 'You need constant reassurance that you are magnificent.' He nodded. 'Magnificent. I like that. I could live with magnificent. Good choice of words, lifemate.

What does kiciciyapi mitawa mean? He kept his head on her breasts. What? You called me kicicyapi mitawa. It sounded so beautiful. It wasn't Japanese. What was it? It's the voice of the Lakota. It would sound silly in English. He cupped her breast, his fingers moving lightly over her skin. His breath warm on her heart. I want to know. It didn't sound silly when you said it. It sounded...beautiful. It made me feel beautiful. And loved. He kissed her breast. I called you my heart. And you are.

There was a moment of silence. Something velvety brushed along the walls of his mind. A caress. The beauty of it was in such stark contrast to the ugliness of the torment he suffered. He felt her there with him.