Quotes About Beauty

Imperturbability could be depended upon. And from her great and humble position in the family she had taken dignity and a clean calm beauty. From her position as healer, her hands had grown sure and cool and quiet; from her position as arbiter she had become as remote and faultless in judgment as a goddess. She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever really deeply wavered or despaired the family would fall, the family will to function would be gone.

Was she very beautiful, Samuel? To you she was because you built her. I don't think you ever saw her--only your own creation.

THAT YEAR THE RAINS HAD COME so gently that the Salinas River did not overflow. A slender stream twisted back and forth in its broad bed of gray sand, and the water was not milky with silt but clear and pleasant. The willows that grow in the river bed were well leafed, and the wild blackberry vines were thrusting their spiky new shoots along the ground.

The honest preachers had energy and go. They fought the devil, no holds barred, boots and eye-gouging permitted. You might get the idea that they howled truth and beauty the way a seal bites out the National Anthem on a row of circus horns.

Al bent over her. And he saw the bright evening star reflected in her eyes, and he saw the black cloud reflected in her eyes.

The sea lions felt it and their barking took on a tone and a cadence that would have gladdened the heart of St. Francis. Little girls

The climate changed quickly to cold and the trees burst into color, the reds and yellows you can't believe. It isn't only color but a glowing, as though the leaves gobbled the light of the autumn sun and then released it slowly. There's a quality of fire in these colors. I got high in the mountains before dusk.

Dessie was not beautiful. Perhaps she wasn't even pretty, but she had the glow that makes men follow a woman in the hope of reflecting a little of it.

my father became very Chinese then. He said, 'There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty. The storytellers at the city gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy and the stupid and the weak, and this only strengthens their infirmities and teaches nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar

Worry had crept on a corroding world, and what was lost--good manners, ease and beauty? Ladies were not ladies any more, and you couldn't trust a gentleman's word. There was a time when people kept their fly buttons fastened. And man's freedom was boiling off. Where did all the good stones go, and all simplicity?

He raised his face into the sky and his soul arose out of him into the sun's afterglow.

There's more beauty in truth, even if it is dreadful beauty.

There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty. The storytellers at the city gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy and the stupid and the weak, and this only strengthens their infirmities and teaches nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar

Su rostro era anhelante, maduro y bien parecido; hasta su forma de manejar las tijeras era demasiado anhelante y contundente. Los tallos de crisantemo parecían demasiado pequeños y manejables para su energía.

If all the dew were diamonds...we would be very rich. We would be drunk all our lives.

Ever see a cock pheasant, stiff and beautiful, ever' feather drawed an' painted an' even his eyes drawed in pretty? An' bang! You pick him up - bloody an' twisted, an' you spoiled somepin better'n you; an' eatin' him don't ever make it up to you, 'cause you spoiled somepin in yaself, an' you can't never fix it up.

It captured the light and refined it and gave it back in silver incandescence

There is more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty. The storytellers at the city gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy and the stupid and the weak, and this not only strengthens their infirmity and teaches nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar.

Hay más belleza en la verdad, aunque sea una verdad terrible. Los narradores de historias de las ciudades falsean de tal manera la vida, que la hacen parecer dulce a los ojos de los perezosos, de los estúpidos y de los débiles, y eso sólo contribuye a reforzar sus flaquezas, sin enseñarles nada, ni hacerles el menor bien, ni engrandecer su corazón

The earth contributed a light to the evening. The front of the gray, paintless house, facing the west, was luminous as the moon is. The gray dusty truck, in the yard before the door, stood out magically in this light, in the overdrawn perspective of a stereopticon. The

green with little golden spots.

Çok zaman?m oldu düÅŸünecek. Sana bir ÅŸey sormak istiyorum. En son çirkinlikten öncesini hat?rlayam?yorum. Çok güzel miydi Samuel? Senin gözünde güzeldi, çünkü sen kurmuÅŸtun onu. Bence sen onu hiç görmedin, kendi yarat?n? gördün sadece.

Purtiest goddamn country you ever seen, but they ain't nice to you, them folks. They're so scairt an' worried they ain't even nice to each other.

It isn't only color but a glowing, as though the leaves gobbled the light of the autumn sun and then released it slowly.