Quotes About Beauty

I can see the beauty of the world - a weed growing out of a crack, a sunrise, the glory of art.' He takes comfort in even the grain of wood in the arms of the chair, the gentle coarseness of the linen weave of his shirt, the dust motes dancing in the beam of sunlight, the smell of Marsilio's fresh bread.

Do?ru, bu dünyada gerçekten de kötü ?eyler var; ama ayn? zamanda harika kitaplar da var.

Todas as mulheres eram bonitas. Todo anjo do céu devia de ser mulher.

E não é sem assim que as palavras tem canto e plumagem.

Ah, il fiore dell'amore ha molti nomi

Nuvens deslizam, depetaladas, e altas, altas, garças brancas planam.

Um corpo diferente de todos, mais fino, mais alvo, cor-de-rosa, uma beleza que não se sabe — como uma riqueza inesperada, roubada, como uma vertigem... Despir Dona Lalinha será sempre um pecado. Eu teria de ter vivido para a merecer — desde a hora do meu nascimento.

sempre a essas do mel eu dei louvor de meu agradecimento. Renego não, o que me é de doces usos: graças a Deus toda a vida tive estima a toda meretriz, mulheres que são as mais nossas irmãs, a gente precisa melhor delas, dessas belas bondades.

Sem conseguir resolver para onde olhar durante todo esse tempo, Dafé se admirou de haver tanta ciência naquela gente comum, se admirou também de nunca ter visto nos livros que pessoas como essas pudessem possuir conhecimentos e habilidades tão bonitos, achou até mesmo a mãe uma desconhecida, misteriosa e distante, em seu saber antes nunca testemunhado. Quantos estudos não haveria ali, como ficavam todos bonitos fazendo ali suas tarefas, agora também ela ia ser pescadora!

Ãœberall ist Wunderland, Ãœberall ist Leben

I have always known what I wanted, and that was beauty... in every form.

Her smile was like a swift light passing across a darkened room. ("Hair")

During the 'ballad' years for me, the politics was latent; I was just falling in love with the ballads and my boyfriend. And there was the beauty of the songs.

Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow. You special, miraculous, unrepeatable, fragile, fearful, tender, lost, sparkling ruby emerald jewel, rainbow splendor person. It's up to you.

Guys don't understand great art. They don't care that sometimes the camera has power beyond the photographer to record emotion that only the heart can see. They're threatened when the camera jumps ahead of me. Todd Kovich was pissed when I brought my Nikon to the prom, but I'd missed too many transcendent shots over the years to ever take a chance of missing one again. A prom, I told him, had a boundless supply of photogenic bozos who could be counted on to do something base.

It's a pretty day, huh?" Meesha glared at me.

Tú eres guapa A.J., y además inteligente. el problema es que siempre te enamoras de la imagen de un chico, sin preocuparte de cómo es realmente

La perfección es algo maravilloso, pero es una mentira, porque no existe.

I don't know what the secret to longevity as an actress is. It's more than talent and beauty. Maybe it's the audience seeing itself in you.

May all beings be free, May all beings knew the love and beauty of their own true nature, May all beings find happiness in service to all.

The beauty of May draws us out of hibernation into a natural mindfulness of the blessing and abundance of nature. Gratitude and mindfulness are intimately related, for as we practice gratitude we come more aware, more present. We wake up.

The mind can be either our staunchest ally or our greatest enemy. If we learn to control the mind, practicing the art of staying present, then the Divine Presence reveals itself in each moment as peace, beauty, insight and joy.

Gratitude is a natural outcome of mindfulness. It is also a way to become mindful. We often shut out natural beauty by becoming mindlessly absorbed in the chatter and worry of small mind with its endless self-absorbed attachments to past and future.

Beauty is the result of having been through an experience all the way through to the end - therefore it has a poignancy. Beauty that is singular always comes from following an experience to the point where you can go no further.