Quotes About Beauty

I felt a rush of trust--felt that life might be not just tolerable but beautiful, if I could only remember to find the bare Present.

Sister Durrel is so beautiful compared to everything else at Sabbath school it's like my eyeballs turn into compass needles, and she's North.

You and I didn't make it close enough to Spring for you to learn this about me, but I've never liked to pick flowers. Blossoming is a sexual activity, and anything engaged in sex, ought, it seems to me, to be left alone.

William Temple, who served as Archbishop of Canterbury during the difficult days of World War II. He wrote, "To worship is to quicken the conscience by the holiness of God, to feed the mind with the truth of God, to purge the imagination by the beauty of God, to open the heart to the love of God, to devote the will to the purpose of God."3

Maybe your meaning will come by finding rituals that commemorate your loved one's life, or by offering some kind of contribution that will honor that person. Or the loss of your loved one may cause you to deepen your connection to those who are still with you, or to invite back into your life people from whom you've been estranged. Or it may give you a heightened sense of the beauty of the life we are all so privileged to have as long as we remain on this earth.

suffering could make a person "splendid"—more able to appreciate the range of human existence and emotions.

This much is clear. At fourteen, Shimonkeh was old enough to bristle at the sight of the leather-jacketed Jewish police that the Nazis appointed to cow and club and rob their own kind. He was old enough to burn with desire, to fall in love, to ache for beauty and dream of violent, heroic revenge. He was old enough to take part in the culture of his city and to feel proud that, as one writer put it, 'the insanely wild conditions of life did not break the Jewish creative spirit.

You owe it to your public to remain fuckable.

Remember, always moisturize your neck. Someday it may be your face.

People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be.

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

You know what's a great metaphor for love? Sleeping beauty. Because you have to plow through this incredible thicket of thorns in order to get to beauty, and even then, when you get there, you still have to wake her up. — Tiny Cooper

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.

Just because a person is beautiful doesn't mean there's no soul beneath. Doesn't mean that person hasn't suffered like everyone else, doesn't mean they don't hope to still be a good human being in an awful world.

ethereal , adj . You leaned your head into mine, and I leaned my head into yours. Dancing cheek to cheek. Revolving slowly, eyes closed, heartbeat measure, nature's hum. It lasted the length of an old song, and then we stopped, kissed, and my heart stayed there, just like that.

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

I've never understood why looking hot had to be equated with sex and conquest. Whatever happened to anticipation, to courtship, to true love? Can't a person look hot and not have it mean something? Call me an old-fashioned Naomi bitch, but I'm holding out for true love. Even if it's an unattainable fantasy

there was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced just one glance and my life was redrawn just one word and my vocabulary changed I asked the time and you said 'what's the hurry?' you asked my name and I almost forgot

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

Music is everywhere. It's in the air between us, waiting to be sung.

Told her she was beautiful. Didn't give up when she didn't believe me.

I saw his scars - the visible ones-and saw how breaking him had not made him any less beautiful. If anything, he stood stronger, because he'd survived.

Beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.