Quotes About Beauty

All day she had been dreaming of the comet, its wild and fiery beauty, what it might mean, how her life might change.

car. Remembering her kneeling the dirt, planting morning glory seeds.

Crocuses shouted purple and white against the bright grass;

There was so much force and beauty in the windows, such unsettled sadness in what little I knew of Rose's life, all her longing, her distance from her daughter. Just knowing she had existed opened new and uneasy possibilities within my understanding of the story I'd always thought I'd known by heart. ... Whoever Rose had been, she was gone, unable to speak for herself, fading into the past as surely as these rainy colors were diffusing, even now [p. 142].

Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies. Jenks (Black Magic Sanction)

Your hair is a tangled mess,he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.

Good God," I whispered, sitting on the van's cot and looking at my legs, horrified. They were hairy—not wolf hairy, but an I-couldn't-find-my-razor-the-last-six-months hairy. Utterly grossed out, I took a peek at my armpit, jerking away. Oh, that's just…nasty.

He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.

Such a pretty pair you make, like matched horses in my stables.

Oh, God, I'm going to be a hundred and sixty with a flower on my ass.

Oh God. "Jenks, you aren't a carton of milk with an expiration date. You look great—

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love, that trust." His faultless blue eyes never blinked, and I held my breath. "It can be beautiful, Rachel, when there is trust and love. No one is bound. No one loses his or her will. No one becomes less. Both become more than they can be alone. But it is so rare, so beautiful when it happens.

My God, you have beautiful hair in the firelight," he said softly, and I blinked. "It's like your thoughts, all cinnamon and wild untamed. I've always liked your hair.

He cupped my jaw with his hand. It was warm, and I didn't pull away. And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love, that trust. His faultless blue eyes never blinked, and I held my breath. It can be beautiful, Rachel, when there is trust and love. No one is bound. No one loses his or her will. No one becomes less. Both become more than they can be alone. But it is so rare, so beautiful when it happens.

And you knows ugly when you sees ugly, don't ya, sweet thang.

a gardener in a savage Eden

gourmet honey made from Japanese cherry blossoms.

shimmered under his tight jaw

We are not here to exist; we are here to live, to face death and stare it down. We are here to trust in God and to embrace this world in all its quiet and violent beauty, to break down the walls of our own prejudices and believe in something greater than ourselves. We are here to paddle into our worst fears and come out the other side to discover glaciers, to meet them face-to-face, and to celebrate a sense of wonder and God's plan that we find only in Nature.

Beauty is the promise of happiness. And the only happiness is action. ... Fate is the path of least action.

A hundred times I have thought: New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: it is a beautiful catastrophe. —Le

knowing too that [the sky] was just a kind of rainbow made it glorious. A rainbow that was blue everywhere and covered everything.

Beauty was the promise of happiness, not happiness itself; and the anticipated world was often more rich than anything real.

And yet the whole meaning of the universe, its beauty, is contained in the consciousness of intelligent life. We are the consciousness of the universe, and our job is to spread that around, to go look at things, to live everywhere we can. It's too dangerous to keep the consciousness of the universe on only one planet, it could be wiped out.