Quotes About Beauty

There is only one pretty child in the world and everymother has it

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.

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

The rose has thorns only for those who would gather it.

A book is like a garden carried in the pocket.

A bit of fragrance clings to the hand that gives flowers.

A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.

Do not employ handsome servants.

Ee, o?lum, paran?n hüküm sürdü?ü yerde, güzel söze ve güzelli?e yer kalmaz.

Là dove il popolo partiva per la guerra, restavano sentieri amari… E tutto quell'universo di terrestre bellezza e di angosce, Danijar l'apriva davanti a me nel suo canto. Dove aveva imparato, da chi aveva avuto tutto ciò? Capivo che così può amare la sua terra solo chi per lunghi anni ha languito per essa, chi ha patito di questo amore. Quando la cantava, vedevo proprio lui, un povero ragazzetto, vagabondare per le strade della steppa.

But oh what beauty! What speed! A chariot of night in panic flight From Our Royal Proclamation of the rites Of day! And riding out Our procession Of fantasy We slaked an ancient Vestigial greed shriveled by ages of dormancy Till the eyes exhausted by glorious pageantries Returned to rest on that puny Legend of the life-jacket stowed away Of all places under my seat.

to defy the forgettable flatness of everyday work and life by creating a few precious moments.

Exception Question: "When was the last time you saw a little bit of the miracle, even just for a short time?

When was the last time you saw a little bit of the miracle, even just for a short time?

But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.

But inside loss there can be gain, too,like the small silver spider Bela had discovered one dewy morning, curled asleep at the center of a rose.

Anything that makes us forget our true selves is a trap, princess—even something we love or define as beautiful.

Bushes would pull in their sharp thorns and burst into flower when I watered them or loosened the earth around their roots. Squirrel-like creatures, their long white hair smooth as silk-thread, would scurry up to take berries from my palm.

The dream is a mirror showing me my beauty. I bless the dream. The dream is a mirror showing me my ugliness. I bless the dream.

The dream comes heralding joy. I welcome the dream. The dream comes heralding sorrow. I welcome the dream. The dream is a mirror showing me my beauty. I bless the dream. The dream is a mirror showing me my ugliness. I bless the dream. My life is nothing but a dream From which I will wake into death, which is nothing but a dream of life.

The maharaja, though not particularly handsome himself, likes having good-looking men around him. I admire the confidence that enables him to do that.

This is a wonderful, beautiful, and sad book, and I've been recommending it like crazy." —Modern Mrs. Darcy

When we see a bright color, we are witnessing our own inherent goodness. When we hear a beautiful sound, we are hearing our own basic goodness.

We are not interested in developing eternity or immortality, or in preventing being sick or being born. We are interested in doing something while we are alive, while we are breathing, while we can see the beauty of the snow, the flowers, the blue sky, the sunshine, and the many other things we can imagine.