Quotes About Beauty

I love him bodily, as a man! I love his walk, his size, his shape, his smell, the kinkiness of his hair. I love the very texture of his palms. The pink of his brows. I love his feet. And I love his dear eyes in which the vulnerability and beauty of his soul can be plainly read.

For instance: scorpions, vipers, and yellow jackets in paradise? How to accept gracefully the part of GOD that stings!

Alice Walker "I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. People think pleasing God is all God cares about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.

I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it.

He is a beautiful young man, Celie. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a deep, thoughtful voice. Did I tell you he writes verses? And loves to sing? He's a son to make you proud.

He try to give her a compliment, she pass it on to me. After while I git to feeling pretty cute.

Sve 'o?e da bude voljeno. Mi pevamo i igramo, nameštamo lice i dajemo bukete cve?a, trude?i se da budemo voljeni. Jesi l' nekad primjetila da drve?e radi sve mogu?e da privu?e pažnju, sam' što ne hoda?

early wildflowers. Then us

it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

More than anything else, God love admiration … wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God odd if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

Do I think if something's beautiful, it's perfect? I guess you could say that. If I'm in a rapture of beauty, it's perfect to me.

Art isn't necessarily about beauty. Art is supposed to make you feel something. And I began to realize that my appearance is my art. My body, my face, my scars told a story. My story. - Ariel Henly

the most resplendent sun setteth at last in a western cloud.

Could it be true? This glorious, fresh-faced young man, this Adonis - for Nature surely could not have done more for him - still wanted to marry her!

America, the plum blossoms are falling.

He'd told her about his asphalt water lilies and his sidewalk Van Goghs

When I first enjoyed this superb view, one glowing April day, Jess read aloud, from the summit of the Pacheco Pass, the Central Valley, but little trampled or plowed as yet, was one furred, rich sheet of golden compositae, and the luminous wall of the mountains shone in all its glory. Then it seemed to me the Sierra should be called not the Nevada, or Snowy Range, but the Range of Light. Golden compositae, George thought. How easy it was to forget the mountains, just a drive away.

Your ideal weight is the weight you happen to be when you can look at yourself naked in a full-length mirror and be happy with your shape.

Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!

We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.

Happiness exists I feel it. I cried for my soul, I cried for the world's soul. The world has a beautiful soul.

we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're all blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment (Sunflower Sutra)

Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.