Quotes About Beauty

lambs and rabbits; Claude buckles the meat into

But as he reconstructs Zeno's translation, he realizes that the truth is infinitely more complicated, that we are all beautiful even as we are all part of the problem, and that to be a part of the problem is to be human.

Look closely and the picturesque inevitably cracks apart and becomes more interesting.

unchanging, everlasting, no months, no years, every hour like spring on the clearest, most gold-green morning, the dew like ·[diamonds?]·, the towers like honeycombs, and the western zephyr was the only breeze…

Strange how suffering can look beautiful if you get far enough away.

Every second of every day has its own magic. - Pg. 163-4

The last of autumn's leaves spiraling to earth.

I heard that the diamond is like a piece of light from the original world. Before it fell. A piece of light rained to earth from God.

Algumas vezes, eu me apanho encarando o mar e me esqueço de minhas tarefas. Parace grande o suficiente para conter qualquer coisa que as pessoas possam sentir.

we are all beautiful even as we are all part of the problem, and that to be a part of the problem is to be human.

A book not so much full of birds as full of evanescence, of blue-winged, trumpeting mysteries.

BohynÄ› dÄ›jin shlíží na zemi. JedinÄ› skrze ten nejžhavÄ›jÅ¡í ohe? je možno dosáhnout o?iÅ¡tÄ›ní. Vidí les umírajících slune?nic.

The murex Dr. Geffard keeps on his desk can entertain her for a half hour, the hollow spines, the ridged whorls, the deep entrance; it's a forest of spikes and caves and textures; it's a kingdom. Her

Why bother to make music when the silence and wind are so much larger? Why light lamps when the darkness will inevitably snuff them?

De entre todas las cosas que he visto en la vida, creo que el mar es mi favorita.

uzmys?awia sobie, ?e prawda jest niesko?czenie bardziej skomplikowana, ?e wszyscy jeste?my pi?kni, nawet je?li wszyscy stanowimy cz??? problemu, i ?e by? cz??ci? problemu to by? cz?owiekiem.

Anthony Doerr

Rome is a broken mirror, the falling straps of a dress, a puzzle of astonishing complexity. It is an iceberg floating below our terrace, all its ballasts hidden beneath the surface.

found myself? … … down from that high place … … crawled in the grass, the trees … … fingers, toes, a tongue to speak! … the smell of wild onions … … dew, the lines? of the hills, … sweetness of light, moon overhead … … the green beauty of the broken? world.

The grasses toss and shimmy. The horses nicker. Madame Manec says, almost whispering, "Now that I think about it, child, I expect heaven is a lot like this.

archaeologists have found the inscription ?????????? scratched on thousands of ancient Greek pots, given as gifts by older men to boys they found attractive. ??????????, ????? ? ????, "the boy is beautiful.

The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, supernatural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite.

Then the women start up again, scheming, and gabbling. Madame Manec brushes Marie-Laure's hair in long absentminded strokes. "Seventy-six years old," she whispers, "and I can still feel like this? Like a little girl with stars in her eyes?

Moonlight: his ropy tail, his shaggy cloven hooves. God knits him together in the womb of Beauty beside his brother and he lives for three winters and dies hundreds of miles from home and for what? Tree lies down in the reeds and fouls the air around him and Omeir wonders what the animal understands and what will happen to Moonlight's two beautiful horns and every breath sends another crack through his heart.