Quotes About Beauty

T]he luminous and shocking beauty of the everyday is something I try to remain alert to, if only as an antidote to the chronic cynicism and disenchantment that seems to surround everything, these days. It tells me that, despite how debased or corrupt we are told humanity is and how degraded the world has become, it just keeps on being beautiful. It can't help it.

Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer's block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I'm projecting here.

And she moves among the sparrows. And she floats upon the breeze. She moves among the flowers. She moves something deep inside of me

And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips No God up in the sky No devil beneath the sea Could do the job that you did, baby Of bringing me to my knees

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee And stay all night with me You won't find a girl in this damn world That will compare with me And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee...

De Lacey: It is night in the Garden of Eden. Do you see the moon? Creature: There. There it is. De Lacey: Describe it to me. Creature: Solitary.

I saw it written and I saw it sayPink moon is on its wayAnd none of you stand so tallPink moon's gonna get you all.

inside us, a flower taken whole, a field built inside.

When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they might disintegrate.

missed that place. Lavish, finely decorated

May we all be so fortunate to understand the grace of nature, and to have a profound respect for its allure and natural offerings. For in nature, beauty resides infinitely, and is worthy of being untouched with certain indebtedness.

she would always be, at the very best, a dewdrop on life's river bank.

The cloud cover was heavy and multilayered, shades of slate blue and silver, pearl and charcoal, like a sketch washed with watercolour.

She wondered why modern creations became uglier faster.

Being here is like standing at the edge of the sea under a wide sky: clear, open, clean, and bright. Here is where I am meant to be.

Beeches were rare north of the Humber, and she loved the way they whispered in the wind, like women before they fell asleep.

They'd left behind their stone houses in Caer Luel and beautiful white fountains, their red-tile roofs and straight roads, their perfectly round red bowls with pictures of dogs hunting deer around the rim, their exact corners and glass cups. And now the marble statues had lost their paint and stood melancholy white streaked with moss; tiles had blown off in storms and been patched with reed; men built fire sands directly on the cracked and broken remnants of once-brilliant mosaics.

For Leifen, a thing is beautiful if she can reach out and put her hand on it any time.

He was looking at her too hard; his eyes were startling against his dark skin, like burnished bronze, glowing and greening in summer sun.

I have my fa's hair. Not soft like yours." "I like how yours feels wiry and strong. Like you.

She shot up like one of the weeds in the barley field and grew tender breast buds.

When everything shows down and my muscles are hot and strong, and the blood beats in my veins like champagne I feel this vast delight. Everything is beautiful and precious, and so clear. Light gets this bluish tinge and I feel like a hummingbird among elephants, untouchable.

The sky was soft and milky, like the plain; it was as if she stood inside a hollow pearl. It made her dizzy.

The curve of her cheek, the top of her shoulder where her shift had slipped, had the bloom and sheen of just-risen cream ready to be licked.