Quotes About Beauty

Hayaller s?k s?k gerçekleÅŸmez, deÄŸil mi? GerçekleÅŸseydi güzel olmaz m?yd??

A country Sabbath is suggestive of rest and peace and quiet--sleepy blue skies, shadows golden and green, sunny fields, and the pink and snow of apple blossoms. June is at her height of radiant loveliness now. What a pity it is such a short time. I am here in my old room--my little absolute kingdom. Here I read, write and dream. My favourite pictures adorn the walls, my well read books are on their shelves and my clock ticks me cheerful company.

The ten year old Ingleside twins violated twin tradition by not looking in the least alike. Anne, who was always called Nan, was very pretty, with velvety nut-brown eyes and silky nut-brown hair. She was a very blithe and dainty little maiden—Blythe by name and blithe by nature, one of her teachers had said. Her complexion was quite faultless, much to her mother's satisfaction. I'm so glad I have one daughter who can wear pink, Mrs. Blythe was wont to say jubilantly.

DüÅŸünsenize öÄŸretmenim, gün bat?m?n?n içindeyim. Ve neymiÅŸ tahmin edin? Gün bat?m?, bütünüyle bir çiçekler diyar?ym??.

Anlayaca??n?z, gün bat?m?nda zaman buradakinden çok daha uzun.

Marilla is eighty-five," said Anne with a sigh. "Her hair is snow-white. But, strange to say, her eyesight is better than it was when she was sixty.

Then I told him I was worried because I knew I ought to love God better than anything but there were things I loved better than God. He said "What things?" and I said flowers and stars and the Wind Woman and the Three Princesses and things like that. And he smiled and said "But they are just a part of God, Emily - every beautiful thing is.

Gün ?????n?n alt?nda parlayan muhteÅŸem beyazl?k, geçmiÅŸin tüm hatalar?n? ve utançlar?n? örten bir iyilik örtüsü gibi görünüyordu. Anne ÅŸark? söyleyerek giyindi: Her sabah yeni bir baÅŸlang?çt?r, Her sabah dünya yeniden canlan?r.

It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in 'em

Hiçbir zaman gerçekten görülmemiÅŸ, yaln?zca bak?l?rsa görülebilecek bir sürü güzel, kuytu yer olduÄŸuna inan?yorum. Rüzgarla, gökyüzüyle, güneÅŸle arkadaÅŸ olacak ve bahar? kalplerimizde evimize getireceÄŸiz.

It's the first thing I ever saw that couldn't be improved upon by imagination.

No es maravilloso pensar en todo lo que hay que descubrir? Hace que me alegre mucho de estar viva en un mundo tan interesante.

Ben her zaman, herkesin kalbinde ve hepimizin hayat?nda bahar olmas?n? dilerdim.

After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.

The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.

and the Anne Shirley of other days saw her coming, as they sat on the big veranda at Ingleside, enjoying the charm of the cat's light, the sweetness of sleepy robins whistling among the twilit maples, and the dance of a gusty group of daffodils blowing against the old, mellow, red brick wall of the lawn. Anne was sitting on the steps, her hands clasped over her knee, looking, in the kind

the White Way of Delight.

Mi mundo querido - murmuró-, eres muy hermoso y me alegra vivir en tí

Marilla, Bay Harrison'?n akçaaÄŸaç korusunun üzerindeki ÅŸu büyük y?ld?zlara bak. Etraf?ndaki gümüÅŸsü gökyüzünü kutsal bir sessizlik kaplam?? gibi. Bu bana sanki bir duaym?? gibi geliyor. Sonuçta y?ld?zlar? ve böyle bir gökyüzünü görebilen bir insan, küçük hayal k?r?kl?klar?yla kazalar? o kadar fazla dert etmez, deÄŸil mi?

I'm never tired of finding out what a moonrise can be over them rocks and sea and harbor. There's a surprise in it every time.

Akl?mdan sürekli yaÄŸmurun her ÅŸeye ne kadar iyi geleceÄŸini, bahçemin ona ne kadar ihtiyac? olduÄŸunu geçirip durdum ve yaÄŸmur damlalar? düÅŸmeye baÅŸlad???nda çiçeklerle tomurcuklar?n neler düÅŸünmüÅŸ olabileceÄŸini merak ettim.

She looks just as music sounds, I think,' answered Anne.

She was a little lady with snow-white hair beautifully wavy and thick, and carefully arranged in becoming puffs and coils. Beneath it was an almost girlish face, pink-cheeked and sweet-lipped, with big soft brown eyes and dimples . . . actually dimples. She wore a very dainty gown of cream muslin with pale-hued roses on it . . . a gown which would have seemed ridiculously juvenile on most women of her age, but which suited Miss Lavendar so perfectly that you never thought about it all.

At the first bend she came upon Miss Lavendar, standing under a big, broad-branching fir. She wore a gown of warm, rich red, and her head and shoulders were wrapped in a silvery grey silk shawl. 'You look like the Queen of the fir-wood fairies,' called Anne merrily.