Quotes About Beauty

Imagine a dolphin dancing in the sky. Let it dance with joy. Think of yourself at the bottom of the ocean watching.

Of what benefit is wisdom resulting from experience if it can not preserve us from the unfortunate seduction of youth ? "Why should its beauty be unveiled only to those who can no longer profit by it?

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.

All the events of that drink-sodden evening drifted back in snatches. More vividly than all these he recalled that room in the brothel--the dark, tangled hair and the warm, limp limbs. What did it matter whether she was a beauty of a hag? He was twenty and had tasted for the first time of a strange, unforgettable sweetness, an ecstasy that flooded all his senses with amazement.

Just by gazing upon her face... No matter how weary you are, you will feel happy, deep inside your heart, you will feel a warmth This is a "piece of joy" This is all the happiness you need. Normally, we call this "love"...

Architecture is basically a container of something. I hope they will enjoy not so much the teacup, but the tea.

I love nature dearly and all creatures that contribute to make it what it is. I see the beauty in all expressions of life, and I see how blind so many of us still are. Our planet is remarkably abundant and there's more than enough for us all.It is greed and shortsightedness that create the illusion of scarcity.

That evening we sat around the campfire. The clouds that had gathered overhead all day broke up and the moonlight shimmered on the Cocus River. The current glittered a silvery reflection. Nor was the Jungle dark. Hundreds of fireflies danced about - it was a magnificent evening

In Udi's vocabulary, Jewish was equated with the ills of exile: rootless parasitic, superstitious. Yet here, in the Western Wall's solitary dignity, was beauty. In this world of stone, he felt softness; in this quarry of memory, peace.

Not all the pride of beauty; Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of; Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life; Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt: All these possessed are nought, but as they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And the rich plunder of a taken heart.

On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.

City and country -- each has its own beauty and its own pain. Some of the smallness of small towns -- cattiness, everybody knowing everybody's business -- that can be challenging. And cities can be challenging, because no one can connect except electronically.

Don't forget that in the midst of all your pain and heartache, you are surrounded by beauty, the wonder of creation, art, your music and culture, the sounds of laughter and love, of whispered hopes and celebrations, of new life and transformation, of reconciliation and forgiveness.

The intricacy and the inherent beautiful fragility of the human soul is such that it is uniquely damaged and only God knows how to heal it, and it's going to take time.

It is a terrible fate to be a human, to be young and fair, and then so quickly to decay." "A terrible fate indeed: to grow, to learn, to love, to create, to let go. Some say it's a terrible fate to be a Faery; to stay unchanging and unfeeling for all eternity, to spend one's time in nothing but frivolity and pleasure-seeking," Sylvie answers.

L'ho vista questa Gui Hua. Ha un sedere troppo grosso. Ti piacciono le chiappone, Gen Long?" chiese Xu Sanguan. Gen Long si mise a ridere e toccò ad A Fang parlare: "la donna col sedere grosso va bene. Stesa sul letto sembra una barca, è molto stabile.

When Li Bai turned back to poetry, the clouds rose in formation to see him off, the river stood as witness, and the monkeys cheered for him. The landscape itself stood aside to make way for his passage. His increasingly weighty ship of life was transformed back to a light skiff.

When people concentrate on the idea of beauty, they are, without realizing it, confronted with the darkest thoughts that exist in this world. That, I suppose, is how human beings are made.

Even when we're with someone we love, we're foolish enough to think of her body and soul as being separate. To stand before the person we love is not the same as loving her true self, for we are only apt to regard her physical beauty as the indispensable mode of her existence. When time and space intervene, it is possible to be deceived by both, but on the other hand, it is equally possible to draw twice as close to her real self.

His conviction of having no purpose in life other than to act as a distillation of poison was part of the ego of an eighteen-year-old. He had resolved that his beautiful white hands would never be soiled or calloused. He wanted to be like a pennant, dependent on each gusting wind. The only thing that seemed valid to him was to live for the emotions--gratuitous and unstable, dying only to quicken again, dwindling and flaring without direction or purpose.

Amid the moon and the stars, amid the clouds of the night, amid the hills which bordered on the sky with their magnificent silhouette of pointed cedars, amid the speckled patches of the moon, amid the temple buildings that emerged sparkling white out of the surrounding darkness - amid all this, I was intoxicated by the pellucid beauty of Uiko's treachery.

There's no doubt that he's heading straight for tragedy. It will be beautiful, of course, but should he throw his whole life away as a sacrificial offering to such a fleeting beauty--like a bird in flight glimpsed from a window?

You were so beautiful when you wanted to die. When you wanted to live, you became so ugly.

For me, beauty is always retreating from one's grasp: the only thing I consider important is what existed once, or ought to have existed.