Quotes About Beauty

Een engel! - Jaja, dat zegt iedereen over de zijne, is het niet? Maar ik ben nu eenmaal niet in staat je te vertellen hoe volmaakt ze is, waarom ze volmaakt is; laat het je genoeg zijn dat ze op al mijn gedachten beslag heeft gelegd.

Every tree, every bush, is full of flowers; and one might wish himself transformed into a butterfly, to float about in this ocean of perfume, and find his whole existence in it.

I'm not beautiful, Becca. Only women are." "On the contrary." She gave him a most tender look. "Angels are,too." He groaned and rolled her under him again. "I'm not an angel,either. Angels don't have carnal thoughts like these." He kissed her deeply.

Al igual que las rosas, ella sólo mostraba sus espinas cuando él intentaba arrancarle los pétalos.

Flowers are made to bloom in the sun and not to be shut up in an apron.

Saying good night to the mountains, the sun throws his most beautiful rays to them, that they may not forget him till the morning.

Let's enjoy the beautiful things we can see, my dear, and not think about those we cannot.

It was so lovely, Heidi stood with tears pouring down her cheeks, and thanked God for letting her come home to it again. She could find no words to express her feelings, but lingered until the light began to fade and then ran on.

The horse through all its trials has preserved the sweetness of paradise in its blood.

Nature is God's greatest evangelist.

Day by day, you'll be making your best effort at creating better health. And day by day, you'll find yourself looking better, weighing less, and feeling more energy and confidence. It doesn't happen without effort. But that's what makes it great. You earn the right to be healthier, happier, more vital, beautiful, and alive. Enjoy it. You deserve to look and feel great.

Truth is the same thing to the understanding, as Music to the ear, and Beauty to the eye.

The boy may wrestle, when Night--working Fancy steals him to the arms Of nymph oft wish'd awake, and, 'mid the rage Of the soft tumult, ev'ry turgid cell Spontaneous disembogues its lucid store, Bland and of azure tinct.

Ye generous maids, revenge your sex's wrong; Let not the mean destroyer e'er approach Your sacred charms. Now muster all your pride, Contempt and scorn, that, shot from Beauty's eye, Confounds the mighty impudent, and smites The front unknown to shame.

Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.

In the beginning there are those who don't quite fit in But are somehow okay. And then some morning There are places that suddenly seem wonderful: Weather and water seem wonderful, And the peaceful night sky that arrives In time to protect us, like a sword Cutting the blue cloak of a prince.

You and IAre suddenly what the trees tryTo tell us we are:That their merely being thereMeans something; that soonWe may touch, love, explain.

He [John Milton] was so fair that they called him the Lady of Christ's College.

If one could conclude as to the nature of the Creator from a study of his creation it would appear that God has a special fondness for stars and beetles.

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? Or are ye angels, bearing home The host unseen Of truant spirits, to be clad Again in green?

Forbid that I should walk through Thy beautiful world with unseeing eyes.

Forbid that I should walk through Thy beautiful world with unseeing eyes; Forbid that the lure of the market-place should ever entirely steal my heart away from the love of the open acres and the green trees; Forbid that under the low roof of workshop or office or study I should ever forget Thy great overarching sky: Forbid that when all Thy creatures are greeting the morning with songs and shouts of joy, I alone should wear a dull and sullen face.

Leaute to luff is gretumly; Throuch leaute liffis men rychtwisly: With a vertu of leaute A man may yheit sufficyand be: And but leawte may nane haiff price, Quhethir he be wycht, or he be wys; For quhar it failyheys, na vertu May be off price, na off valu, To mak a man sa gud that he May symply callyt gud man be.

This is not the way these tales end," Calliope said firmly. "This is not the way that things end when they get to be tales," Amatus said, "but since ours is not yet told, we cannot count on it. There were a hundred dead princes on the thorns outside Sleeping Beauty's castle, and I'm sure many of them were splendid fellows.