Quotes About Beauty

I saw meadows and trees burning a young, fiery green, as if leaves had just opened, as if green itself had never existed before. I breathed heavy, golden air that might have pooled all summer over roses blooming in every color on a hundred trees.

Then she dropped her hands in her lap and stared out the window at the restless water that ran beyond the edge of the world, and pulled the sun and the moon and the stars every night down into its secret country.

You can say anything, anything, if it is beautifully said.

Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book.

Even the pearl at her earlobe looked alive, like a drop of water that a touch might destroy.

Therese had read about that special pleasure people got from the fact that someone they loved was attractive in the eyes of other people, too. She simply didn't have it.

Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered.

She had the kind of face that must be seen in action to be attractive.

You were crying. It's a terrible thing, loving the sea. Yes, she whispered, her eyes straying to it. Waves gathered and broke invisibly in the dark, reaching toward her, pulling back. They were never silent, they never spoke.

There has never been only one religion of the goddess. Every continent, every culture, had its own vision of the way that divine feminine should be pictured. Each culture pictured her as one of their own. She was black in Africa, blonde in Scandinavia, round-faced in Japan, dark-eyed in India. For the goddess was the essence of woman's strength and beauty to each one of her daughters, so she had to look like them. When ancient women looked at their goddess, they saw themselves.

Before they slept, Lily felt Cade's hand slide to her side and test her growing roundness. Sleepily, she murmured, He is larger than Roy at this stage, I think. I am getting fat already. You'll never be fat. You are beautiful. I want to hold both of you. Cade adjusted her so she lay contentedly against his side. He had called her beautiful. No one had ever called her that before. Smiling, Lily finally drifted off to sleep. Cade

They sat in silence until the howl of a distant coyote made her shiver. He sings for his mate, Cade reassured her. Does he think the sound of his loneliness will attract her? Lily asked wryly. I'm sure it is the beauty of his song. His voice contained almost a hint of a chuckle. I'm sure that's what he thinks. Her scoffing hid an undertone of bitterness, and Cade was silent for a while. Men often hide their fears with actions, he finally said. By

Lily closed her eyes in relief, then opened them again. Seeing through her eyes, Cade was aware of the shabbiness of the chambray shirt he'd strained at the seams, the calluses of his big hands, and the foreignness of his high-cheekboned brown face, but she seemed to see beyond these things. He hoped she saw beyond them. I

She was music, poetry, and the enchantment which lies just over the edge of thought.

She moved like clouds, like water, like anything lovely and effortless and free.

So much hair and so badly controlled.

A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives you roses.

Practice routinely purposeful kindnesses and intelligent acts of beauty.

An older Franciscan brother said to Brennan Manning on the day he joined the order, "Once you come to know the love of Jesus Christ, nothing else in the world will seem as beautiful or desirable.

Notice there are three things about the tree that caught Eve's attention. It was (1) good for food, (2) pleasant to the eyes, and (3) desirable to make one wise.

Such love is holistic, not something one turns on or off for this or that person or thing. Its orientation is toward life as a whole. It dwells on good wherever it may be found, and supports it in action. Love is nourished upon the good and the right and the beautiful.

de amar a Dios con todo nuestro ser, y ello por la belleza de Dios que se nos da en Cristo. Este es el segundo movimiento en respuesta al amor: «Nosotros amamos, porque Él nos amó primero.» Pero el segundo movimiento es inseparable del tercero: nuestro amor hacia quienes aman a Dios. «Si nos amamos

We should, to begin with, think that God leads a very interesting life, and that he is full of joy. Undoubtedly he is the most joyous being in the universe. The abundance of his love and generosity is inseparable from his infinite joy. All of the good and beautiful things from which we occasionally drink tiny droplets of soul-exhilarating joy, God continuously experiences in all their breadth and depth and richness.

She feels ugly when she cries, like a tomato breaking open