Quotes About Beauty

A real parish is a wondrously beautiful web of human relationship which is given meaning by the man who is Himself the meaning of life.

When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful. Every hour we spent together lives within my heart.

I love you, for putting your hand into my heart and passing over all the foolish, weak things that you cannot help dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite so far enough to find.

After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.

calm. "I'm just thinking I haven't really . . . um . . . seen you yet. I mean you seem . . . young. You feel really young." And beautiful. She felt very young and beautiful. "But if we get out of here and you're . . . uh . . . old and—" ugly—"sixty years old or something . . . well, it's going to be awkward.

rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. He was glad

And no amount of trousers and sweat-soaked shirts could change the fact that she was about the prettiest thing he'd ever seen.

A girl," Red whispered. "She'll be as beautiful and ornery as her mama.

It's dangerous, but it's a place full of the majesty of creation, too. It's a shining testimony to God.

And the beauty of Susanna Jones in red Burns in my heart a love-fire sharp like pain. Sweet silver trumpets, Jesus! LANGSTON HUGHES Elegie

She was not just old—she was ancient. Bent and bony, no bigger than Selene, her flyaway white hair floated around her head like dandelions gone to seed. She'd wrapped herself in a thick knitted shawl of every imaginable color woven into complex patterns—a sun here, a moon there, stars all over, rivers and trees and birds and animals. A person could look at it all day and still find something he hadn't noticed before.

It's an act of our will to choose to see people simply as wildly loved by God, to assume their beauty before guessing their depravity.

My stubborn, self-savvy heart will not reach for the sky if my earth becomes everything I need. If people fill me up then where is my need for the transcendent? If everything is glory and beauty and sweetness and light, will I be the type of soul that reaches to Jesus?

Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight.

I left and went to the roof, where it was only me, a thousand blinking stars, and the beauty of darkness stretched to the ends of the universe, snuffing out the endless games of courts and kingdoms.

Do not pass a rose without stopping to smell it. It is a gift that may not always be there.

it was only me, a thousand blinking stars, and the beauty of darkness stretched to the ends of the universe, snuffing out the endless games of courts and kingdoms.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~

I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.

as a child she thought if she could just pull away the fence they would turn back into the beautiful horses they really were and escape to the old plains. she had hope in that power

I looked at her face, gently illuminated by the distant light of the tavern. Even with her brows pulled low and an anguished crease between them, she was beautiful. It was a strange thing to think at the moment. I had deliberately avoided the thought each time I had looked at her before. I couldn't afford such thoughts, but now the word came, unbidden, unrelenting. I

My mother was beautiful but so very young. Too young to have me, but she did, and she loved me.