Quotes About Beauty

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.

The pursuit of beauty is much more dangerous nonsense than the pursuit of truth or goodness, because it affords a stronger temptation to the ego.

October's poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.

Nature is a petrified magic city.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

The world must be romanticized. Only in that way will one rediscover its original senses. Romanticization is nothing less than a qualitative raising of the power of a thing . . . I romanticize something when I give the commonplace a higher meaning, the known the dignity of the unknown, and the finite the appearance of the infinite.

Wer Schmetterlinge lachen hört, der weiß wie Wolken schmecken.

That which the external world perceives as quite motionless has the appearance of being quite at rest. However much it may change, in relation to the external world it always stays at rest. This principle governs all self-modifications. That is why the beautiful appears so much at rest. Everything beautiful is a self-illuminated, perfect individual.

Paradise is scattered over the whole earth, and that is why it has become so unrecognizable.

Ferice de limba noastr? c?ci e lipsit? de suple?e - ce? puternic o supune, cel slab e supus de ea - în primul caz manifestarea for?ei e mai v?dit?, mai frumoas?; în al doilea, neputun?a mai izbitoare - ?i astfel t?râmul frumuse?ii r?mâne mai pur, mai nobil, mai neamestecat.

La donna è il nutrimento corporale più elevato.

anyway, the whole world knows, european & non-european alike, the whole world knows that nobody loves the black woman like they love farrah fawcett-majors. the whole world dont turn out for a dead black woman like they did for marilyn monroe. (actually, the demise of josephine baker waz an international event, but she waz also a war hero)

The pedicure Regina executed herself. She wanted Betsey to feel relaxed and cared about. The way all little Negro girls should feel. Not cramped or out of place, or funny-looking or easy. Just lovely and well-loved.

Maybe Jane was right. Maybe he was wrong to have filled her head with tales of Bessie Smith and Josephine Baker, let alone take her to see Jackie Wilson, Etta James, Tina Turner and the Ikettes. Maybe it wasn't right to wake up to Chico Hamilton, Lee Morgan, Charlie Parker, and Art Blakey in the morning. Watch the sunset with Miles Davis, Cecil Taylor, and Little Willie John. But Greer didn't know what else to offer that was beautiful and colored and alive, all at the same time.

Where there is a woman there is magic.

somebody/ anybody sing a black girl's song bring her out to know herself to know you but sing her rhythms carin/ struggle/ hard times sing her song of life she's been dead so long closed in silence so long she doesn't know the sound of her own voice her infinite beauty she's half-notes scattered without rhythm/ no tune sing her sighs sing the song of her possibilities sing a righteous gospel let her be born let her be born & handled warmly.

i usedta live in the world really be in the world free & sweet talkin good mornin & thank-you & nice day uh huh i cant now i cant be nice to nobody nice is such a rip-off regular beauty & a smile in the street is just a set-up

i am really colored & really sad sometimes & you hurt me more than i ever danced outta/ i am ready to die like a lily in the desert/ & i cdnt let you in on it cuz i didnt know/ here is what i have/ poems/ big thighs/ lil tits/ & so much love/ will you take it from me this one time/ please this is for you

Craiceann a shníonn go gléineach thar do ghéaga mar bhainne á dháil as crúiscíní am lóin is tread gabhar ag gabháil thar chnocáin do chuid gruaige cnocáin ar a bhfuil faillte arda is dhá ghleann atá domhain. (Leaba Shíoda)

But you know, there's one simple thing I see absolutely clearly, now that I am so very old. I looked at her. The Albert Einstein hairstyle, and the bright black eyes and the sharp nose. That pallor on her face. She put her small hand on mine. The world is wonderful , she said. All its little things. It is wonderful .

The world is wonderful, she said. All its little things. It is wonderful.

But Ireland isn't just landscape, but history and present society. There was famine and brutality and emptiness in the country. And the damaged underclass I was part of in the afternoon pubs was as much part of Ireland as its beauty.

Sólo es realmente hermoso lo que no sirve para nada. Todo lo que es útil es feo, porque es la expresión de alguna necesidad y las necesidades del hombre son ruines y desagradables, igual que su pobre y enfermiza naturaleza. El rincón más útil de una casa son las letrinas (p.

a fine way to capture a piece of the magic of a unique city. The drama, the charm and the beauty of Hong Kong is all here-just as is its breathless energy.