Quotes About Beauty

I enjoy being happy every day, and hopefully you can hear my happiness in my music. Life is beautiful.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

He feeds upon her face by day and night, And she with true kind eyes looks back on him, Fair as the moon and joyful as the light: Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.

Flint An emerald is as green as grass, A ruby red as blood; A sapphire shines as blue as heaven; A flint lies in the mud. A diamond is a brilliant stone, To catch the world's desire; An opal holds a fiery spark; But a flint holds fire.

Golden head by golden head, Like two pigeons in one nest Folded in each other's wings, They lay down in their curtained bed: Like two blossoms on one stem, Like two flakes of new-fall'n snow, Like two wands of ivory Tipped with gold for awful kings. Moon and stars gazed in at them, Wind sang to them lullaby, Lumbering owls forbore to fly, Not a bat flapped to and fro Round their rest: Cheek to cheek and breast to breast Locked together in one nest.

In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago.

Oh that it were with me As with the flower; Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns: That I might bloom mine hour A rose in spite of thorns.

Beautiful, delightful, noble, memorable, as is the world, I yet am well content in my shady crevice.

My life is like a singing bird.

Where there are no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank.

Song" Two doves upon the selfsame branch, Two lilies on a single stem, Two butterflies upon one flower: Oh happy they who look on them. Who look upon them hand in hand Flushed in the rosy summer light; Who look upon them hand in hand And never give a thought to night.

The stars rise, the moon bends her arc, Each glowworm winks her spark

A nameless girl in freshest summer greens, A saint, an angel;

There is no time like Spring, When life's alive in everything

I WISH I WERE A LITTLE BIRD I wish I were a little bird That out of sight doth soar, I wish I were a song once heard But often pondered o'er, Or shadow of a lily stirred By wind upon the floor, Or echo of a loving word Worth all that went before, Or memory of a hope deferred That springs again no more.

when she was sitting staring into space, communing with her disillusion, his heart would be wrung by their unloving beauty.

I went into the little church, all golden in the autumn sunlight, to say a prayer. Since then, I have visited the most beautiful cathedrals in Europe but they cannot make me forget that simple little house of God.

Dashuria e sheh gjithcka ndryshe. Nga të gjitha vetëmashtrimet, ajo është më e përsosura dhe më jetëshkurtra.

Mjafton vetëm tu hedhësh nga një vështrim serioz dhe të ëmbël, katedralja e erotikës, para së cilës ata bien në gjunjë...

Nëse unë do të dëshiroja një mashkull, atëherë ai duhej të ishte i bukur si Antonio, i mencur si Brehti dhe erotik si Koheni. Besnik si një qen dhe diskret si një mace. I pasur si Hermani. Kjo ishte e pamundur dhe unë isha e pashpresë.

I'd had many offers from various enterprises, everything from hat designers to burlesque houses, from beauty salons to carnival midways. I was perfectly aware that they didn't want to hire me for my abilities, but for the notoriety surrounding my name.

I don't want to fight aging I want to take good care of myself, but plastic surgery and all that? I'm not interested.

Norma Wallace stood on a bed of pine needles deep in the Mississippi woods