Quotes About Beauty

Just like the falling rainbow Just like the stars in the sky Life should never feel small.

and on some nights in bed, in that moment before sleep erased the day, I would picture the way the sky in Lapland looked the morning I left, how the train had sped south beneath a sky that was brighter than it had been in weeks. It had pulsed with reds and oranges, as though hiding a beating heart.

I hope my girls don't grow up to be models," Maria Fabiola says. But there is something in her voice that implies that this will be difficult to fight-their beauty will pull them inexorably toward modelhood.

I love design.

There is an abiding beauty which may be appreciated by those who will see things as they are and who will ask for no reward except to see.

Wisconsin was covered several inches deep in snow -- very beautiful, with light ice-floes on the lakes and rivers, and the bare trees and tall grasses like brown feathers against the snow. As the sun set it was reflected in the ice-covered lakes and the light snow -- but all the same I'm glad that most of my [lecture] tour has been in summer and autumn weather. As soon as winter comes there is an extraordinary effect of desolation in these miles upon miles of uninhabited prairies and hills.

I can't get my knickers in a twist about my age and ageing in an industry that caters to the ids of 14-year-olds.

Editing yourself is like an irksome coin toss. You've got to strip yourself of super ego and operate from the id. Maybe I've got my Freud mixed up. It's just hard to trade a beauty shot for the performance with truth and a brightly lit zit.

I have tender, romantic associations with upstate New York.

When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it -- delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough.

Never look directly at the sun. Instead, look at the sunflower.

Here's a funny question: What is your favorite word? Think about it—maybe it's a word that makes you absolutely happy, or a word that sounds gloriously beautiful, or a word that evokes awe and wonder. Maybe you are reminded of a great time when you hear it, or maybe it represents your life's dream. So, what is it? What is your favorite word of all words? Thought about it yet? Good. And now, think why .

SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY Early summer evenings, when the first stars come out, the warm glow of sunset still stains the rim of the western sky. Sometimes, the moon is also visible, a pale white slice, while the sun tarries. Just think -- all the celestial lights are present at the same time! These are moments of wonder -- see them and remember.

Do you have to be there exactly at seven?" Gracie asks, as she stands before my tiny sink mirror and pulls back her eyelid and looks deeply inside her eyeball. At least that's what it looks to me like she's doing. . . . But she tells me she's curling her eyelashes

Sève qui monte et fleur qui pousse, Ton enfance est une charmille : Laisse errer mes doigts dans la mousse Où le bouton de rose brille.

The beauty of scientific laws shows the beauty of God himself.

Beauty is only skin deep, but it's a valuable asset if you're poor or haven't any sense.

By cultivating the beautiful we scatter the seeds of heavenly flowers, as by doing good we cultivate those that belong to humanity.

The light shining through was a rainbow from hell.

In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.

She absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past days. All of it, filling her up like the first breath she'd ever taken. And never had she loved life more.

The only difference between an extraordinary life and an ordinary one is the extraordinary pleasures you find in ordinary things.

I would say a few words in your ear. A doubtful man has little faith. Live a long time and it gets dark, and suddenly you know you don't know yourself. But I'd say them even so. Since my eyes repeat what they take in: your beauty, your name, the river's sound, the woods, the soul on its own.

And let the clean space shine in the hands of its captor the slow, elegant, daily drinker of the waves.