Quotes About Beauty

When I encounter a sunrise, a painting, a woman, or an idea that makes my heart bound like a young calf, then I know I am standing in front of happiness.

Every integral man has inside him, in his heart of hearts, a mystic center around which all else revolves. This mystic whirling lends unity to his thoughts and actions; it helps him find or invent the cosmic harmony. For some this center is love, for others kindness or beauty, others the thirst for knowledge or the longing for gold and power. They examine the relative value of all else and subordinate it to this central passion.

It was certainly not this mummified and outrageously painted old woman he was seeing before him, but the entire female species, as it was his custom to call women. The individual disappeared, the features were obliterated, whether young or senile, beautiful or ugly - those were mere unimportant variations. Behind each woman rises the austere, sacred and mysterious face of Aphrodite.

Love's feet are always pleased to step on ashes.

Beauty always had a purpose: to be of service to life.

By means of poetry all this suffering and effort could be transformed into dream; no matter how much of the ephemeral existed, poetry could immortalize it by turning it into song. Only two or three primitive passions had governed me until this time: fear, the struggle to conquer fear, and the yearning for freedom. But now two new passions were kindled inside me: beauty and the thirst for learning.

O brain, be flowers that nightingales may come to sing!

Gehurkt aan de waterrand volgde ik het wonder. De sterren verbleekten, de hemel werd lichter, en tegen het licht tekenden met fijne pen de bergen, de bomen, de meeuwen zich af. De dag brak aan.

Every morning when he opens his eyes and observes trees, the sea, stones, a bird, he cries with wide open mouth, "What a miracle this is! What is the meaning of trees, the sea, stones, a bird?

Dear God, how many foaming seas, how much green earth, how many multicolored birds and sweet desires I'll never have time enough to taste before I die like a poor beggar with outstretched and greedy palms! May you reach that far land I've aimed at since my birth and, if you can, load my large flowering tree with fruit.29 KIMON FRIAR

Nu-i r?spundeam; ascultându-l pe Zorbas, simÈ›eam c? lumea îÈ™i recap?t? fericirea în fiecare clip?. Lucruri de zi cu zi, p?lite de mult, îÈ›i rec?p?tau str?lucirea pe care o avuseser? la început, când ieÈ™ir? din mâinile Domnului. Apa, femeia, pâinea reveneau la izvorul primordial, tainic, È™i roata divin? prindea din nou avânt în slava cerului.

Dumnezeu i-a dat ochi saracului doar asa, de podoaba.

Eu, baiete, vad civilizatiile cum vede un poet norii de pe cer, care urca, cresc, se umfla de ploaie, de furtuni si de fulgere; apoi sufla un vanticel, norii isi schimba forma, se fugaresc, se disloca, luand foc la apusul soarelui, risipindu-se la suflarea vantului. Ai putea sa privesti astfel civilizatiile, oamenii, zeii? E foarte greu, dar incearca baiete, curaj!

My joys here are great, because they are very simple and spring from the everlasting elements: the pure air, the sun, the sea and the wheaten loaf.

Para contemplar la belleza de Layla hay que tener los ojos de Majnún.

Uno puede vivir junto al mar y no amar a los tiburones

the amount of maintenance involving hair is genuinely overwhelming. Sometimes I think that not having to worry about your hair anymore is the secret upside of death.

Anything you think is wrong with your body at the age of thirty-five you will be nostalgic for at the age of forty-five.

Sometimes I think that not having to worry about your hair anymore is the secret upside of death.

What did she look like?" "Thin. Pretty. Big tits. Your basic nightmare.

At the age of fifty-five you will get a saggy roll just above your waist even if you are painfully thin. This saggy roll just above your waist will be especially visible from the back and will force you to reevaluate half the clothes in your closet, especially the white shirts.

Where hair dye is concerned, being blond is practically a career.

The Flavour of France.

According to my dermatologist, the neck starts to go at forty-three, and that's that...The neck is a dead give-away. Our faces are lies and our necks are the truth. You have to cut open a redwood tree to see how old it is, but you wouldn't have to if it had a neck.