Quotes About Beauty

Mai més podràs servir-te del recurs a la bellesa si no és per fer-ne un temple o bé un refugi. Colpidora, la solitud desvetlla estranys fantasmes i t'acara amb la imatge que volies oblidar. Més enllà d'aquest desfici no hi ha res; més ençà, la mort que vetlla la immutable desfeta de les hores.

Dil-o-Dilli donon agar hain kharaab Pa kuchh lutf is ujde ghar mein bhi hain

He [Nicolaus Steno] told the audience, "Beautiful is what we see. More beautiful is what we understand. Most beautiful is what we do not comprehend.

Beautiful is what we see. More beautiful is what we understand. Most beautiful is what we do comprehend.

To both Nakashima and Yanagi, the beauty of something that was regular, and yet not actually regular, was only attainable by someone who had achieved a state of non-intellect, of trusting the materials, trusting the tools, and remaining essentially hidden as a maker. Repetition leads to the forgetfulness of the self, and by transcending the self, the artisan allows the work to 'do itself'.

So you sit down to meditate not only because it helps you to find rest in the arms of the formless Beloved but also because it increases your chances of being stunned by beauty when you get back up. Encounters with the sacred that radiate from the core of the ordinary embolden you to cultivate stillness and simple awareness. In the midst of a world that is begging you to distract yourself, this is no easy practice. Yet you keep showing up. You are indomitable. You are thirsty for wonder.

Letting your heart break open all over again when you remember the unbearable beauty of the Beloved's in visible face.

There can be no other occupation like gardening in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find them smiling.

I love getting my nails done. My mom's best friend is a manicurist. When I was little, she'd do little paintings on my nails, like flowers.

When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is.

Now began the part of her life where she was just very beautiful, except for nothing. Only winners will know what this feels like. Have you ever wanted something very badly and then gotten it? Then you know that winning is many things, but it is never the thing you thought it would be.

Try not to base your decision on this room, it isn't representative of the whole world. Somewhere the sun is hot on a rubbery leaf, clouds are making shapes and reshaping and reshaping, a spiderweb is broken but still works.

Was she terrifyingly beautiful? Was she so ignorant she didn't deserve the truth? Was she also a liar and thus it was something they did together? I don't believe in psychology; which says everything you do is because of yourself. That is so untrue. We are social animals, and everything we do is because of other people, because we love them, or because we don't.

He called the feeling between us "weird," and I had nothing to add. I kissed the backs of his legs and they sang. He reached around and pulled me down onto his back and I lay there, like on the warm sand of a beach. Just that. That is all there is. That is the whole point of everything.

She was a very beautiful person who was missing something very ugly. Her winnings were the absence of something, and this quality hung around her.

faces are disfigured with love

I'll be the first to say, It's so beautiful here. The sooner you say, It's so beautiful here, the quicker you can say, Wow, I'm getting overheated.

I live by the philosophy that beauty starts from within, and I make a conscious effort to fill my body with nutrients through the food I eat.

Everyone has a different beauty and different qualities and I think that women need to learn to love their qualities and be comfortable in the fact that everyone is different.

FrumuseÈ›ea, dup? cuvintele lui Dostoievski, va salva lumea, È™i nu mai înÈ›elegem ce înseamn? "a salva". Ce s? salvezi, când tr?im în imanen?? È™i aleatoriu?

Erau frumo?i (ochii Irinei n.m.) nu cum ai spune: o floare e frumoas?, sau: un copil e frumos, ci cum spui: e frumos c? exist? flori sau copii.

Un lugar tan hermoso no puede existir en realidad. Era literatura, era ficción, y nosotros éramos los personajes de un poema.

Îmi plac mult de tot femeile mature, cele ce par mereu atât de grave, de intangibile, atât de încrustate în tiparele propriei vieÅ£i ÅŸi care totuÅŸi, când se hot?r?sc s? se elibereze de ele, devin cele mai dulci ÅŸi mai senzuale iubite cu putin??.

Ce-nseamn? s? ai o femeie? C?ci ai avut cu adev?rat zeci de femei cu care ai f?cut dragoste, ÅŸi-n schimb simÅ£i c? niciodat? n-ai posedat mai deplin, mai extatic pe cineva decât pe puÅŸtoaica ce Å£i-a aruncat o privire într-un troleibuz aglomerat, ÅŸi pe care n-ai mai v?zut-o de-atunci niciodat?.