Quotes About Beauty

Mrs Elm's eyes sparkled with sudden life. 'Well, that's the beauty, isn't it? You just never know how it ends.' And Nora smiled as she stared at all the pieces she still had left in play, thinking about her next move.

Because, you know, prime numbers are fucking serious, man. Some serious shit. They can make you lose it. They're like sirens. They call you in with their isolated beauty and before you know it you are in some major mind-shit.

He seemed like he would be able to sit in a field near Chernobyl and marvel at the beautiful scenery.

If beauty on Earth is the same as elsewhere: ideal in that it is tantalizing and unsolvable, creating a delicious kind of confusion.

Because prime numbers are fucking serious, man. Some serious shit. They can make you lose it. They're like sirens. They call you in with their isolated beauty and before you know it you are in some major mind-shit.

Ein Mensch war wie eine Stadt. Ein paar weniger wünschenswerte Aspekte durften nicht den Blick aufs Ganze verstellen. Vielleicht gab es einiges, was man nicht mochte, ein paar zwielichtige Straßen und Vororte, aber wegen der guten Seiten lohne es sich doch. - S. 61

My aunt used to tell me that books are just trees that are having a dream.

And you can see her beauty. If beauty on Earth is the same as elsewhere: ideal in that it is tantalizing and unsolvable, creating a delicious kind of confusion.

Santa Barbara is pleasant. It's heaven, but with a bit more traffic.

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.

As though the flowers weren't just colors but part of a language, notes in a glorious floral melody

The sky grows dark, the black over blue. Yet the stars still dare to shine for you

Gökyüzü karar?r Mavi siyaha döner Y?ld?zlar yine de kafa tutar Parlar senin için

Maybe that's what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered.

Even more remarkable is his memory of beautiful moments within his ordeal. The sight of a clear, starry night sky overwhelmed him with awe. 'A view of heaven from a seat in hell.

Il disperdersi di una luce distante crea un tramonto. L'infrangersi delle onde oceaniche su una spiaggia è regolato dalle maree, che a loro volta sono conseguenza delle forze gravitazionali esercitate dal sole e dalla luna, nonché dalla rotazione terrestre. Queste sono cause. Il mistero è come tutto ciò possa diventare bello.

Maybe that's what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfect intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To the world, witnessing itself.

A person was like a city. You couldn't let a few less desirable parts put you off the whole. There may be bits you don't like, a few dodgy side streets and suburbs, but the good stuff makes it worthwhile.

Bands don't last. We'd have been a meteor shower. Over before we started. - Meteor showers are fucking beautiful.

In nature,' wrote Alice Walker, 'nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

Maybe life was automatically better when the sun shone so confidently in April. Everything seemed more vivid, more colourful and alive than it had done in England.

She didn't want to die. And she didn't want to live any other life than the one that was hers. The one that could be a messy struggle, but it was her messy struggle. A beautiful messy struggle.

Extract from "That it will never come again" by Emily Dickinson reprinted by permission of the publishers and the Trustees of Amherst College from THE POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON, Thomas H. Johnson, ed., Cambridge, Mass.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Copyright © 1951, 1955, 1979, 1983 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Lyrics from THIS MUST BE THE PLACE by David Byrne. Courtesy Index Music, Inc.

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