Quotes About Beauty

One cannot love a world. It is too large. But a fleck of ground so far as his eye can see, one may hold precious above all.

Maggie Smith

Fleur Delacour

Pink Umbrella

Madame Maxime

Blue and Bronze

Aquamarine Forget-me-not blue Turquoise

elaborately-simple beautifully conceived clothes. The face itself was sufficient to place her within ten square miles of the world's surface. Only one capital city could produce that deepest of dark brown hair, with high-lights of black, that white neck solidly angled to the shoulders, yet too well-proportioned to seem thick: Siamese cat's eyes of very light blue, which were so rarely

Bicycles are the world's greatest invention, objects of beauty, works of art, the tools of the trade. Most cyclists' initial attraction to the sport has at least something to do with bikes themselves, and this is something that never leaves them.

This is why the license plates say Beautiful British Columbia, and I realized just how much I would miss it. But all this natural beauty exists only in response to rain, I reminded myself, and the occasional day of technicolor spectacle was bought and paid for with weeks and weeks of dull, damp gray. I wasn't going to miss the gray. If

In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives a message of beauty, hope, cheer, and courage — so long are you young. When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snow of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and only then, are you grown old. — GENERAL DOUGLAS MACARTHUR

A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful that God has implanted in the human soul. — JOHANN WOLFGANG

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting — a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing. — RALPH WALDO EMERSON

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The world has enough beautiful mountains and meadows, spectacular skies and serene lakes. It has enough lush forests, flowered fields and sandy beaches. It has plenty of stars and the promise of a new sunrise and sunset every day. What the world needs more of is people to appreciate and enjoy it.

So as I look at transitioning to the communication platforms of the future, I see that the beauty of Internet protocols is you get the separation of the layers between service and technology.

The truth was she didn't believe in a God who demanded her adoration. She believed in mystery. She believed in patterns and signs. She believed that quantum physics and the theory of relativity could not coexist in the same universe without help. She believed that there was no evolutionary reason for the way beautiful things could take the breath away or for the power of Art with a capital A.

Every form of strength is also a form of weakness," he once wrote. "Pretty girls tend to become insufferable because, being pretty, their faults are too much tolerated. Possessions entrap men, and wealth paralyzes them. I learned to write because I am one of those people who somehow cannot manage the common communications of smiles and gestures, but must use words to get across things that other people would never need to say.

ventually Kathryn joined me by the lake with a blanket and picnic basket and entreated me to come away with her into the woods. Through her words and desire I could feel the pull of the divine and hear in her words the echo of the Song of Songs: "Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away with me. The winter is past; the spring has come. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come. Arise, come, my love, my beautiful one, come with me.

Miami is one of these great places that is a really sensual, physically beautiful place.

There was truly something special about the instances when one's eyes were opened to the magic of the Amazon basin.

the beautiful Joann with the flaming red hair.

Why should their pain produce such marvelous beauty? he wonders. Or is all beauty created through pain? Is that the secret of great art, both human and Melnibonen?

You know, if it weren't for Earth's beauty-the birds-flowers-trees-I would never go back. It's too much trouble.