Quotes About Beauty

The truth was, he believed he was the luckiest man on earth to have these two for a wife and daughter—it was like getting to live with fairies or mermaids, some breathtakingly beautiful creatures he was not meant to understand fully.

There are as many ways to make one as there are monsters.

Young Reverend Ayers looks at a lake and sees only his own reflection in it; that is what God is to him. He does not see the creatures that live down deep, the dragonflies that hover, the frog on the lily pad." Auntie's face was full of pity and scorn as she shook her head and spat tobacco juice again. "His heart and mind are closed to the true beauty of the lake, the place where all its magic lies.

Here one does not use logic to conquer chaos. Rather, one uses logic because the logic itself is beauty, is truth. Plato offers the amazing idea that contemplation of the way things really are is, in itself, a purifying process that can bring human beings into the only divinity there is.

For what it's worth, you showed me something, Ultraviolet - there is such a thing as a perfect day.

He says, " Ã¢â'¬ËœLovely' is a lovely word that should be used more often.

It's about the important things, like the way their face lights up when they laugh, or the way they move as they're walking towards you, or the way their freckles create a map of the stars.

I skim through our notebook, thick with words, and then through our Facebook messages—so many now—and then I write a new one, quoting Virginia Woolf: "Let us wander whirling to the gilt chairs.… Are we not acceptable, moon? Are we not lovely sitting together here Ã¢â'¬Â¦?

You make me happy, whenever you're around I'm safe inside your smile. You make me handsome, whenever I feel my nose just seems a bit too round. You make me special, and God knows I've longed to be that kind of guy to have around. You make me love you, and that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do.

Believe it or not, it's actually beautiful to some people.

As he talks, I lie back against the ground, the blanket wrapped around me, and say to the sky, "May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul, You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

A lake. A prayer. It's so lovely to be lovely in Private.

There's beauty in every story. And there's a story in everything.

I walk through the black Indiana night, under a ceiling of stars, and think about the phrase "elegance and euphoria," and how it describes exactly what I feel with Violet.

It's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.

But I can tell you what Libby's eyes look like. They are like lying in the grass under the sky on a summer day. You're blinded by the sun, but you can feel the ground beneath you, so as much as you think you could go flying off, you know you won't. You're warmed from the inside and from the outside, and you can still feel that warmth on your skin when you walk away.

On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, star on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it's so beautiful. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is "It's lovely." " 'Lovely' is a lovely word that should be used more often.

I've had to work really fucking hard to learn everyone, and even if skin color and hair color help me find people, that's not who they are to me. It's not about that. It's about the important things, like the way their face lights up when they laugh, or the way they move as they're walking toward you, or the way their freckles create a map of the stars.

If hypothetically, I did love you, though, it's not because I see you, and Oh well, at least I can see her, so I might as well love her. I'm pretty sure I see you because I love you. And yeah, I guess I love you because I see you, as in I see you, Libby, as in all of you, as in every last amazing thing.

Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to say it, but it's beautiful. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is 'It's lovely.' 'Lovely is a lovely word that should be used more often.

I don't know what brings you up here, but to me the town looks prettier and the people look nicer and even the worst of them look almost kind.

Lovely' is a lovely word that should be used more often.

He smiles out at the ugly trees and the ugly farmland and the ugly kids as if he can see Oz. As if he can really, truly, see the beauty that's there.

On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it's beautiful.