Quotes About Beauty

Souls are an expression of beauty, imagination and creativity. The ancient Egyptians said that to begin to understand the soul, one must listen to the heart. I think they were right. Standard

She is a woman of honour and smartness whose wild leaves out luck, always taking risks, and there is something in her brow now, that only she can recognize in a mirror. Ideal and idealistic in that shiny dark hair! People fall in love with her. She is a woman I don't know well enough to hold in my wing, if writers have wings, to harbour for the rest of my life.

Divinity, not machines. Standing among the sunflowers, I craved divinity.

sun sinking, sky filling with pink and orange light, great expanses of land just sitting, seemingly waiting for the return of big creatures to make it small again.

There's immeasurable glory in riding a tractor. You start by taking a lap around the fields, smelling the aroma, admiring the colors, day after day, until one morning everything smells ready, as if it's opened and unfurled, and you ask the wheat, 'Is it time?' And the wheat says, 'Yes, friend, it's time.' And then you know to begin the harvest.

Learn to listen to this silence, because it will tell you many things, unimaginable things, things of great beauty and meaning.

A garden should make you feel you've entered privileged space -- a place not just set apart but reverberant -- and it seems to me that, to achieve this, the gardener must put some kind of twist on the existing landscape, turn its prose into something nearer poetry.

And if Glass believed in a god, surely it resided in this great western expanse. Not a physical presence, but an idea, something beyond man's ability to comprehend, something larger. The

He stood there on the high rampart for a long time that night, listening to the Missouri and staring at the stars. He wondered at the source of the waters, of the mighty Big Horns whose tops he had seen but never touched. He wondered at the stars and the heavens, comforted by their vastness against his own small place in the world. Finally he climbed down from the ramparts and went inside, quickly finding the sleep that had eluded him before.

Truth is beautiful and divine no matter how humble its origin.

Michael Ray Taylor

The morning slathers its whatever across the thing.

Why give me this life and then give me this disease? Why give me joy and beauty of you and Charlie and then snatch it away? It's like showing someone a glimpse of what life could be like and in the next breath telling them that it can never happen

She looked over a shoulder, a gesture he would never get over, a moment fixed in his mind—the perfection of her skin, the music in her laughter; her eyes brown in places that brown could only dream of reaching. And he knew at that precise moment that he would always yearn for Belita, whether they spent their lives together or if they parted that evening and he never saw her again.

Her eyes brown in places that brown could only dream of reaching.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, / And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

windows are ringed with dark shadows of soot that leak like a beauty queen's tears

His freckles have faded but must riot every summer across his nose and cheeks.

Os antigos Gregos costumavam dizer que a Sorte era uma mulher muito bonita de cabelo encaracolado que caminhava na rua entre as pessoas. Talvez o seu nome fosse Karma. É uma amante inconstante, uma mulher prudente, uma rameira e uma adepta do Manchester United. Costumava ser minha.

Giggling like schoolgirls we dry our hair. Meg looks like Andie McDowell in Four Weddings and a Funeral . I look like Janet Leigh in Psycho before the knife starts shredding the shower curtain.

They trap us like that—babies—with one look they can take hold of our hearts because our hearts have no defenses against such beauty and fragility.

Long before Einstein phrased E=mc2, ancient geometers represented the trinity of light, energy, and mass by their three tools: the compass with its unsleeping eye or sun above and its legs as rays of wisdom and beauty shining into our lives, the straightedge that directs energy patterns of tension and movement, and the pencil and paper that make the patterns visible.

Nature had given me a square jaw, a cleft chin, a dark mane, eyes that could bring a vestal virgin to her knees and a cock that could keep her there.

No matter how beautiful women are, they're always worried that they aren't attractive enough. They need to be reassured. A few don't, but even they appreciate the attention.