Quotes About Beauty

To paint a song.. and to sing colors.. to light up the sky with a rainbow of ecstasy ....if fantasia could come alive !!

Trees are like true love..everlasting..

Creo que el mundo es bello que la poesía es como el pan, de todos. I believe the world is beautiful and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone

El toro impávido ante la lengua de los muertos / la muerte derramada bajo los cascos implacables / la impiedad del caballo entre el dolor de las lámparas / y el amor mío por el sueño / deslumbrado de pronto / por el remordimiento. (Descubrimiento del Guernica)

nature itself is a poem that we humans have written [...and] the imagination is the principle vehicle of human progress.

Now that you're a Skinny Bitch, don't turn into a skinny bitch. We conceived of the title, Skinny Bitch, to get attention and sell books.... But we are not bitches, and we have no desire to promote bitchiness. There is nothing uglier than a pretty woman who's nasty. If you look great, you should feel good about yourself and be happy.

Don't forget, as busy as you may be, to quickly raise your head and cast a glance at those great silver clouds and that silent blue ocean in which they are swimming...take notice of the resplendence and glory that overlie this day...because this day will never, ever come again! This day is a gift to you like a rose in full bloom, lying at your feet, waiting for you to pick it up and press it to your lips.

People for the most part pass by the loveliest things in life without paying attention.

We have to take everything as it comes and to find beauty in everything. That's what I manage to do.

Take notice of the resplendence and glory that overlie this day, because this day will never, ever come again! This day is a gift to you like a rose in full bloom, lying at your feet, waiting for you to pick it up and put it to your lips.

Todos necesitamos la belleza para que la vida nos sea soportable. Lo expresó muy bien Fernando Pessoa: «La literatura, como el arte en general, es la demostración de que la vida no basta.» No basta, no. Por eso estoy redactando este libro. Por eso lo estás leyendo.

La creatividad es justamente esto: un intento alquímico de transmutar el sufrimiento en belleza. El arte en general, y la literatura en particular, son armas poderosas contra el Mal y el Dolor.

She loved your mother', Taliesin said gently. 'This is her farewell.' As he spoke, a chanted melody began inside the chamber, a song without words. Yet it spoke of the beauty in the heart of the flame, of the passing glory of the white bird on the wing, and the blossom of the sea spray under the shining prow. It sang of a mother with her baby, of the hard love between men and women, and the gentle rest that comes at last to all.

Those eyes that hold the hand of every heart, Those hands that hold the heart of every eye, That eye, that hand, that wit, that heavenly sense, All these do show my mistresses' excellence.

Where is there beauty when you see deprivation and starvation?

Taking joy in living is a woman's best cosmetic.

Taking joy in life is a woman's best cosmetic.

Taking joy in living is a woman's best cosmetic. ~Rosalind Russell

It'll all come right. Because, of course, I do believe...I believe - I believe in everything...sun, moon, stars, in seasons - trees, flowers - people, music, life...yes, in life.

Uma vez teve a ideia de aparar as sobrancelhas para que crescessem mais cerradas e quase acabou raspando tudo e ficando sem sobrancelha nenhuma.

Life is sweet. . . Beyond the pain, life continues to be sweet. The basics are still there. Beauty, food and friendship, reservoirs of love and understanding. Later, possibly not yet, you are going to need others who will encourage you to make new beginnings. Welcome them. They will help you move on, to cherish happy memories and confront the painful ones with more than bitterness and anger.

The moonless sky was a rich wild blackness of stars.

We looked out over the lake. The sun was shards of brilliance. 'It's a poem out there,' I said for some reason. 'You should write it, Tookie. It's yours.

She was a horse lover and she and Whitey kept a mean old paint, a fancy quarter horse/Arabian mix, a roan Appaloosa with one ghost eye named Spook, and a pony. So along with the whiskey and perfume and smoke, she often exuded faint undertones of hay, dust, and the fragrance of horse, which once you smell it you always miss it. Humans were meant to live with the horse.