Quotes About Beauty

You would think that a rock star being married to a super-model would be one of the greatest things in the world. It is.

I send my friends e-mail messages about the progress of my garden, especially of my roses. It left them with the impression, I think, that I was concerned with nothing else. I felt no urgency in correcting that notion. People obsessed with their gardens have probably caused the least suffering in the world of any category of men.

Humanities are the instructors of enchantment.

que la música en los oídos de los demás sea mi sinfonía, que la sonrisa en los labios de los demás sea mi felicidad».

The beauty in life is in the struggles along the way to character.

We must begin thinking like a river if we are to leave a legacy of beauty and life for future generations.

We need the sea. We need a place to stand and touch and listen - to feel the pusle of the world as the surf rolls in.

Nebraska will transcend Springsteen, will immortalise him as a writer, because of what it says about civilisation in the range of its complexity--the beauty, the ugliness, the tenderness, the cruelty, the love, the hate, the doubt, the fear-- and because of what it says about the loneliness that lies at the heart of us all.

Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.

Anything that sounds or looks beautiful would seem to that crowd to be merely pretty, shallow, and therefore deeply suspect—morally suspect, even, I found out. Noise, for them, is deep; beauty shallow.

If you can not be a poet, be the poem.

The critic's aim should be to interpret the work they are writing about and help readers appreciate it, by defining and analysing those qualities that make it precious and by indicating the angle of visions from which its beauties are visible. But many critics do not realize their function. They aim not to appreciate, but to judge; they seek first to draw lines about literature and then bully readers into accepting these laws.

Life is wonderful, so revel in its beauty. Be all you can be, and let go of the past. It is nothing but shadows.

So let me give you a blessing. When everything around you seems conspiring to tear out your heart and your mind, or show you that there is nothing but power and survival, look up there, Kar, at the moon in the giant sky. Hold it as a truth, beyond what we are too blind or ignorant to see all around us. Hold it like love, Kar, and Remember me.

It's amazing what a spray-on tan will do.

The camera also took a moment or two to linger on Chase's athletic breasts, her erect nipples, and her pubic hair, which was dirty blond and luxuriant and not at all in the modern prepubescent shaven-porn idiom which Naomi loathed;

A leafdi wes mid hire fan biset al abuten, hire lond al destruet, & heo al poure, inwið an eorðene castel.

Truth and beauty are closely related but not the same. You're never sure that you have the truth. All you're doing is striving towards better and better truths and the light that guides you is beauty.

As the ordinary violence of dawn sweeps across the lower Coromandel coast, a sprawling village comes into view.

Once again there shall be great music: this shall be mightier than the first. It shall be unflawed, filled with wisdom and sadness, and beautiful beyond compare

While walking back down through the woods to the station, I felt, for a few minutes, an almost overwhelming sense of loss. With the late afternoon sun still pouring down through the trees and Anna's blonde hair dancing on her shoulders in front of me, I needed all my discipline to keep from crying. Nothing tears the heart like a glimpse of happiness.

Anna's voice wasn't a beautiful voice - rough edged and sorrowful, a bit used, somehow male and female at once. Yet it had more vibrancy to it than most Danish voices, which were often thin and white and too pretty to trigger a shiver. Anna's voice had the heat of the south; it warmed Einar, as if her throat were read with coals.

Anna's voice wasn't a beautiful voice - rough edged and sorrowful, a bit used, somehow male and female at once. Yet it had more vibrancy to it than most Danish voices, which were often thin and white and too pretty to trigger a shiver. Anna's voice had the heat of the south; it warmed Einar, as if her throat were red with coals.

Sometimes when you're driving down a back road in Utah, you think if there is a God, then he probably had something to do with all of this. It's just that fucking beautiful.