Quotes About Beauty

And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next.

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence Ã¢â'¬Â¦ —HELEN KELLER

The bud of a rose grows in darkness. It knows nothing of the sun, yet it pushes at the darkness that confines it until at last the walls give way and the rose bursts forth, spreading its petals into the light. I love him.

She spreads her knees wide, summons her enormous reserves of strength, and pushes once. A girl is born. A girl with black curls and skin the color of copper. A girl with exquisite golden eyes, one a translucent opal that reflects the depth of her emotions.

I only know that when I study mathematics, I transport myself to another world, a world of exquisite beauty and truth. And in that world I am the person I like to be.

Let my worship be within the heart that rejoices, for behold, all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals. Therefore, let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you.

Therefore, let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you.

Anything you can do to make the world a more beautiful place is worth trying.

Death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling. It's not so terrible she tells me, not like you think, all darkness and silence. There are windchimes and the smell of lemons, some days it rains, but more often the air is dry and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase built from hair and bone and listen to the voices of the living. I like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair, especially when they fight, and when they sing.

They are savage for knowledge, for beauty and truth. They crawl on their knees to find it.

And oh, the oh my nape of the neck. The up-swept oh my nape of the neck. I could walk behind anyone and fall in love. Don't stop. Don't turn around.

Possible, unthinkable, the cricket's tiny back as I lie on the lawn in the dark, my heart a blue cup fallen from someone's hands.

He was so stark and male and beautiful that she hungered for him. Physically, to be sure. But also from someplace even more intimate, someplace where heart and soul melded into a yearning so strong, that she wanted to weep from it.

In der Studienzeit lernten wir uns kennen, sie fiel jedem auf mit ihren langen, leuchtend blonden, dicken Haaren, von hinten war sie schöner als von vorn. Angelika.

Well I do find the beauty in animals. I find beauty everywhere. I find beauty in my garden.

Killing an animal to make a coat is sin. It wasn't meant to be, and we have no right to do it. A woman gains status when she refuses to see anything killed to be put on her back. Then she's truly beautiful.

Any girl can look glamorous .... just stand there and look stupid

The aesthetic education offers a "subjective" transformation of each person's private war of conflicting drives into a knack for making beautiful public peace offerings.

See them stars starting to twinkle? They's Gawd's diamonds. You 'eah me? And the night sky turning so blue? That's He sapphires for us.

The colors are a little brighter. The air is a little sweeter. Jokes are funnier, love runs deeper, and life overall is richer.

The shimmering blue water seemed to be scattered with shards of crystals and diamonds.

I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror – The wide brown land for me!

Two or three things I know for sure, and one of them is that if we are not beautiful to each other, we cannot know beauty in any form.

He couldn't make her understand that. She'd not been educated beyond simple words. To her the most bitter cup was to be cut away from life. To lose this amber hair, this crimson mouth, this molten flesh; to receive in its place the cold ash of oblivion. He repeated, "There's worse things. There's wishing you could die. There's wishing you could close your eyes and your memory forever.