Quotes About Beauty

I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.

My passport photo is one of the most remarkable photographs I have ever seen --- no retouching, no shadows, no flattery --- just stark me.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few and they are more beautiful if they are a few.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.

Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day- like writing a poem or saying a prayer.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can only collect a few. One moon shell is more impressive than three. There is only one moon in the sky.

The mountains are so beautiful they make me ache inside because the moment I look away I know I shall need to see them again. And I cannot spend the rest of my life standing on the spot staring at shifting sunlight and mist and shadows across the sea.

She's one of these beautiful women who's just a nobody and a nothing, and when they make it big, they always fall apart. Money can't do anything for them. Fame only makes things worse.

The Beauty that comes from within is the most Beautiful of all

I can't help being a gorgeous fiend. It's just the card I drew.

There is one purpose to life and one only: to bear witness to and understand as much as possible of the complexity of the world- its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of ther beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

That sinuous southern life, that oblique and slow and complicated old beauty, that warm thick air and blood warm sea, that place of mists and languor and fragrant richness...

bathed in the thick honey gold of the sun through encircling trees only just beginning to turn the muted metal colors of fall.

Forsythia that I thought had been dozed into oblivion sprang up and misted the foundations with lemon icing I yearn for all winter.

Fireflies winked, and the darkening bay breathed and sighed like a great dolphin and the thin pure curve of a young moon hung in the green sky...

and turned his eyes the color of a winter sea.

and the afternoon flowed on into lavender evening.

A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.

Little Girl, My Stringbean, My Lovely Woman

Beauty is a simple passion,but, oh my friends, in the endyou will dance the fire dance in iron shoes.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself, Counting this row and that row of moccasins Waiting on the silent shelf.

Out of used furniture she made a tree.