Quotes About Beauty

Beauty is more than skin deep. Beauty radiates from deep within. The innocence of a child. The love in someone's heart. A willingness to help others. The desire to make the world a better place. Someone painfully knocked down in life, who gets up, smiles, and continues to blossom.

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I have long examined things, and have found that death is less dangerous than beauty.

May your service of love a beautiful thing; want nothing else, fear nothing else and let love be free to become what love truly is.

The prism of time refracts the light into thousands of rays. I stand with my hands open and embrace them. p. 94

Boobs are overrated, if you ask me.

Where our knowledge of beauty harmonizes with the ludus naturae, sorcery begins. No, not spoon-bending or horoscopy, not the Golden Dawn or make-believe shamanism, astral projection or the Satanic Mass--if it's mumbo jumbo you want go for the real stuff, banking, politics, social science--not that weak blavatskian crap.

Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.

Here and there one sees the blush of wild rose haws or the warmth of orange fruit on the bittersweet, and back in the woods is the occasional twinkle of partridgeberries. But they are the gem stones, the rare decorations which make the grays, the browns and the greens seem even more quiet, more completely at rest.

A snowdrift is a beautiful thing-if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.

You cn't be suspicious of a tree, accuse a bird or squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.

Without birds, where would we have learned that there can be song in the heart?

Look for the good instead of the bad, the right instead of the wrong, the beauty instead of the blight, the joy instead of the sorrow. Do this and you'll always have something good to say.

Man who is without the arts is little above the beasts of the field.

Whoever doesn't live in poetry cannot survive here on earth.

He continued on, on to the glacier, towards the dawn, from ridge to ridge, in deep, new-fallen snow, paying no heed to the storms that might pursue him. As a child he had stood by the seashore at Ljósavík and watched the waves soughing in and out, but now he was heading away from the sea. "Think of me when you are in glorious sunshine." Soon the sun of the day of resurrection will shine on the bright paths where she awaits her poet. And beauty shall reign alone.

When a man has a flower in his life he builds a house.

Þar sem jökulinn ber við loft hættir landið að vera jarðneskt, en jörðin fær hlutdeild í himninum, þar búa ekki framar neinar sorgir og þessvegna er gleðin ekki nauðsynleg, þar ríkir fegurðin ein, ofar hverri kröfu.

Let me tell you something - being thought of as a beautiful woman has spared me nothing in life. No heartache, no trouble. Love has been difficult. Beauty is essentially meaningless and it is always transitory.

I think we have become obsessed with beauty and personally I'm really saddened by the way women mutilate their faces today in search of that.

Sexiness is a state of mind -- a comfortable state of being. It's about loving yourself in your most unlovable moments.

I see all things in this world as more beautiful than I, and I spin the details of their atoms in every paragraph and brushstroke.