Quotes About Beauty

Ideally, a fine painting, like a house, is neither a speculation nor an investment; it is a purchase. Its value consists solely of the pleasure and utility it provides now and in the future. The dividend the painting provides is of the non-financial variety. How

Immanuel Kant is credited with saying, "If the stars came out only once in a lifetime, we'd stay up all that night." Now we stay up late in Plato's cave just to watch the enervated stars on The Tonight Show.

Religious awe is the same organic thrill which we feel in a forest at twilight, or in a mountain gorge.

Of all the beautiful truths pertaining to the soul None is more gladdening or fruitful than to know You can regenerate and make yourself what you will.

The garden is a miraculous place, and anything can happen on a beautiful moonlit night.

All gardening is landscape painting.

IN THE BEGINNING, after he labored over the heavens and the earth, the light and the dark, the land and sea and all living things that dwell therein, after he created man and woman and before he rested, I believe God gave us one final gift. Lest we forget the divine source of all that beauty, he gave us stories.

Me, I love this land, the work. Never was a churchgoer. God all penned up under a roof? I don't think so. Ask me, God's right here. In the dirt, the rain, the sky, the trees, the apples, the stars in the cottonwoods. In you and me, too. It's all connected and it's all God. Sure this is hard work, but it's good work because it's a part of what connects us to this land, Buck. This beautiful tender land.

The beauty isn't in the jewel itself, but in the way the light shines through it.

Sure this is hard work, but it's good work because it's a part of what connects us to this land, Buck. This beautiful, tender land.

and the smoke from the fire rose straight up toward the arc of the heavens, which was sugared with stars.

I've always thought of her in the way I think of a precious gem: The beauty isn't in the jewel itself, but in the way the light shines through it.

Life's stranger and more beautiful than I ever thought possible.

faith, to embrace hope, and to bear your love before you like a burning candle, for I promise that it will light your way. "And whether you believe in miracles or not, I can guarantee that you will experience one. It may not be the miracle you've prayed for. God probably won't undo what's been done. The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day. "Jesus

God's right here. In the dirt, the rain, the sky, the trees, the apples, the stars in the cottonwoods. In you and me, too. It's all connected and it's all God. Sure this is hard work, but it's good work because it's a part of what connects us to this land, Buck. This beautiful, tender land.

In the simple way of the wild daisies that grew in the grass of the pasture behind our home she offered the beauty of herself without pretension.

with hand-painted flowers.

although the rain would miss us I could see quite well the silver bolts of lightning forged on the anvil of the great thunderhead. I slipped downstairs and out the front door and sat on the porch steps. A wind cooler than anything I'd felt in days breathed into my face and I watched the storm as I might have watched the approach and passing of a fierce and beautiful animal.

She sang slowly and richly and delivered the heart of that great spiritual as if she was delivering heaven itself and her face was beautiful and full of peace. I shut my eyes and her voice reached out to wipe away my tears and enfold my heart and assure me absolutely that Bobby Cole was being carried home.

the sun sets and the sun also rises and through the grace of our Lord we can endure our own dark night and rise to the dawning of a new day and rejoice. "I invite you, my brothers and sisters, to rejoice with me in the divine grace of the Lord and in the beauty of this morning, which he has given us." My father's eyes swept over the congregants who filled the pews silent as dandelions with upturned faces. He smiled and said, "Amen.

she couldn't help wondering what became of human beings who lived too long without beauty.

They're birds whose songs never fade.

If she'd still had sight, her eyes would have beheld a wonderful view from the few feet of earth that were to be hers forever.

The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day. "Jesus