Quotes About Beauty

She smiled, tilted her head, and . . . have you ever seen video of melting glaciers where huge chunks, the size of skyscrapers, break off and crash into the sea? If hearts could do that, then when her hair slid from behind her ear and down her eyes, and the right side of her lip turned up, I heard my heart crack down the middle.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

No matter how screwed up the artist might be, there's still the chance that they can produce art that people like us hang on our wall and talk about long after their death. That the sum is greater than one part. That maybe one incident does not a life make.

Annie, the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched; they must be felt with the heart.

The mango was a mirror image of my last few days. Once beautiful, placed on display for all the world to see, it had been ripped from it's perch, thrown to the ground, rolled in manure and squalor, and left to rot. While that might have bruised it and soiled its skin, it didn't' change it's nature or what it freely offered, for once I peeled it back, an inexplicable sweetness was waiting to be discovered and tasted and consumed.

Just because something is broken doesn't mean it's no good. Doesn't mean you throw it away. It just means it's broken, and broken is okay. I wanted to tell her that broken is still beautiful, still works, still wakes me in the morning, and at the end of every day past and those to come, I can love broken.

Colorado..... When God carved this place with His words, He lingered.

There is no way on this earth that something so beautiful can come out of something so screwed up. So black-hearted. But somehow it does, and because it's beautiful and I don't want to lose it, and because there is still a part of me that would like to share it, I write it down.

Writes over the old memories. Makes beauty out of pain. Love writes what can be.

She smiled, tilted her head, and . . . have you ever seen video of melting glaciers where huge chunks, the size of skyscrapers, break off and crash into the sea? If hearts can do that, then when her hair slid from behind her ear and down over her eyes, and the right side of her lip turned up, I heard my heart crack down the middle.

To us—those who seek the solace of the marsh—it is a stage where God paints—yellow in the morning, green toward noon, brownish in the afternoon, and blood red toward evening. It is the sentinel that stands guard at the ocean's edge, protecting the sea from the runoff that would kill it. It is a selfless and sacrificial place. And when I close my eyes, it is also the smell of home.

And while she sounded lonesome, I doubted whether a whip-poor-will ever sounded that hauntingly pure.

I stood knee-deep as the waves crashed into my legs. I'll never forget the power. It took my breath away. Unc did that too. And then he gave it back.

diamonds are only brilliant when they reflect.

En présence de la Beauté l'amour se dilate et s'épanouit, il s'ouvre, il se répand, cela est dit avec une crudité medicale. Ainsi la Beauté seule appelle a la vie. L'amour aspire à fleurir, à fructifier, à produire dans la Beauté, pour y vaincre la mort, afin de s'y survivre!

We need to walk, just as birds need to fly. We need to be around other people. We need beauty. We need contact with nature. And most of all, we need not to be excluded. We need to feel some sort of equality.

There is a message for all city makers here. It is that with the right triangulation, even the ugliest of places can be infused with the warmth that turns strangers into familiars by giving us enough reason to slow down.

The perfect Christmas tree? All Christmas trees are perfect!

It is a fairly general rule that the picturesque is based on someone else's inconvenience

En la mujer rico tesoro es la belleza, el placer de admirarla no se acaba jamás; pero la bondad, la gentileza la superan y valen mucho más.

Code is not like other how-computers-work books. It doesn't have big color illustrations of disk drives with arrows showing how the data sweeps into the computer. Code has no drawings of trains carrying a cargo of zeros and ones. Metaphors and similes are wonderful literary devices but they do nothing but obscure the beauty of technology.

Keep that schoolgirl complexion.

Dear Friedrich, the world's still false, cruel and beautiful...

The commonplace is miraculous if rightly seen, if recognized.