Quotes About Beauty

Sometimes poetry--words--give us a small, lovely look at ourselves. And sometimes that is enough.

I will come by train. I will wear a yellow bonnet. I am plain and tall.

more perfect than the moon

In the evening, the brilliant yellow pumpkin blossoms will close, drunk on sunshine, while the milky white jasmine will open their slender throats and sip the chill Himalayan air.

i inhale deeply, drinking the warmth in the scent of mountain sunshine, a warmth that smells of freshly turned soil and clean laundry baking in the sun.

Connection with gardens, even small ones, even potted plants, can become windows to the inner life. The simple act of stopping and looking at the beauty around us can be prayer.

There are some people who don't even know enough to fall in love with the water.

Right here at our doorstep, we'll have the most beautiful bridge in the world.

Drama is to life what ships are to the sea. A means to traverse it. To plumb its depths, breadth and beauty.

Everyone's got beautiful eyes.

Woolly as it is, the best advice is perhaps to allow yourself broad life experience and exposure to the human condition in all its beauty and horror. Do your best, but even then you will make mistakes.

The 50-minute flights go from Hanapepe Valley to Mana Waiapuna, also known as "Jurassic Park Falls," then on to some of Kauai's most beautiful sites: the Bali Hai Cliffs; the pristine blue waters of Hanalei Bay and the Princeville Resort area (see p. 943); Olokele Canyon; and Waimea Canyon, the dramatically, ruggedly beautiful "Grand Canyon of the Pacific" (see p. 947).

But you have poetry, you say. And if you can tell me what poetry is, where the line is drawn between the beauty and the breathing of breath into something to make it beautiful, I will claim poetry as my own."-Patricia Smith

Every beauty -- whether of sight, sound, or taste -- has a dimension of the metaphysical. Beauty...moves us so powerfully by making us present at the creation of a world, bringing us into existence.

We have magnificent brains, but we use a great deal of our brilliance to keep ourselves stuck and ignorant, to keep ourselves from not shining. We are so afraid of our beauty and radiance and brilliance because it scared the adults around us when we were children.

Lois, as fresh as paint in a slim black suit which showed off her figure and flattered her skin, the white camellia of a blameless life at the newest, smartest angle, and the latest bit of nonsense adorning the auburn waves of her hair.

She was gorgeous and fearless and I was in awe.

La beauté ne demande pas qu'on l'apprenne, qu'on la récite ou qu'on l'applique. Elle bouleverse, éveille, réveille. Elle inspire.

There are only three important events to history; by important I mean that these three events eclipse all others. These three events, I believe, will be remembered by men long after we forget everything else in the face of the beauty which is to come. If I liken all of history to an accordion expanded to its fullest extent, then when the master closes that accordion, we would still be able to hear the notes of these three main events playing. They are that important.

Twisting Scripture? Theologians have long pointed out that you can prove anything from the Bible. The atheist looks at scripture and sees errors compounded on more errors; the cultist looks on scripture and sees bizarre interpretations; the Christian looks upon scripture and sees the wondrous God that is described therein. Truth, like her sister Beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. But Truth, Reality insists, is an absolute, and they that ignore it do so at the peril of their souls.

If he was in the mood to admire someone, why had he not gone to someone genuinely pretty and attractive? She knew she was plain all right: she knew it with such depth and frankness that she could positively find it in her heart to despise his taste! And if she despised his taste, she must despise the whole situation of which she formed a part. He had set in motion a degrading event.

Among your earthiest words, the angels stray...

God's truth is life ?even the grotesque shapes of its foulest fire.

And he is not so sure now if his mother was right when she praised the man who made a field his bride.