Quotes About Beauty

These protests have about them an engaging period optimism, depending as they do upon the Rousseauean premise that most people, left to their own devices, think not in cliches but with originality and brilliance; that most individual voices, once heard, turn out to be voices of beauty and wisdom.

They worry a great deal about 'responding to one another with beauty and tenderness,' and their response to one another is in fact so tender that an afternoon at the school tends to drift perilously into the never-ever.

Nor does he understand that when we talk about sale-leasebacks and right-of-way condemnations we are talking in code about the things we like best, the yellow fields and the cottonwoods and the rivers rising and falling and the mountain roads closing when the heavy snow comes in. We miss each other's points, have another drink and regard the fire.

The masters through their subjective perceptions created beauty out of trivialities. They did not hide their interest even in things which were nauseatingly ugly, but soaked themselves in the pleasure of depicting them. In other words, they seemed not to rely in the least on the misconceptions of others.

But the fact of it was that I liked it out there, a ruin devoid of human vanities, clean of human illusions, an empty place reclaimed by the weather where a woman plays an organ to stop the wind's whining and an old man plays ball with a dog named Duke.

Hi ha moltes coses boniques al món; poques tant com els records. Hay muchas cosas bonitas en el mundo;pocas tan bonitas como los recuerdos

The smaller, delicate Blue-headed Parrots were Tiko's stature; indeed they are closely related to him. Instead of Tiko's red, their foreheads were a delicate deep blue, but otherwise they were a rich and varied green—the basic parrot palette.

Ruby was the proud owner of The Best Little Hairhouse in Texas.

There isn't a girl on earth who'd willingly give up her bangles.

Nicholas went to choral evensong on the Sunday, and could have wept. They sang part of a Tallis motet and he thought, If the time comes when nobody can hear this sound anymore, it will be the end.

Like a flower she grows towards the light, without thinking or examining the process which moves her to do so. I wish I could do the same.

This is something different again. A feeling of peace. The feeling you get when a recipe turns out perfectly right, a perfectly risen souffle, a flawless sauce hollandaise. It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.

It's too early for strawberries. But the clearing is filled with their leaves and their little white flowers, like fallen stars. The wishing well was covered, too, so that only someone who knew it was there would have really noticed it. It looks like a barrow under the green; somewhere fairies or goblins might live.

At five in the morning the Loire is still and sumptuous with mist. The water is beautiful at that time of the day, cool and magically pale, the sandbanks rising like lost continents. The water smells of night, and here and there a spray of new sunlight makes mica shadows on the surface.

Pensate all'immagine che da una lastra fotografica si trasferisce sulla carta, diventando sempre più scura, da bianca all'oro più pallido, da ambra a seppia. Immaginate la luna mentre gira lentamente il profilo sottile fino a diventare piena, trascinando con sè le maree. Immaginate la crisalide quando schiude la bara dura della larva e mostra le ali al sole. L'insetto perfetto piange il bruco che un tempo è stato? E se ne ricorda?

Bonne vent, jolie vent. (Good wind, nice wind, pretty wind.)

Everyone will think I'm ugly. Tik Tok smiled. That's true. But we are a small village. We have narrow tastes. There's no telling who else in the world would think you're beautiful.

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

It just goes to show you: every baby is born beautiful. It's what we project on them that makes them ugly.

We all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn't have any.

A jewel's just a rock put under enourmous heat and pressure. Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.

Even the most beautiful things can be toxic.

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

Life asked death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" Death responded, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." —Unknown