Quotes About Beauty

Because it was silver foil and not a living rose, it could never rot and die.

La desesperación es una enfermedad del espíritu, del yo, y puede adoptar, en consecuencia, tres formas: la desesperación de no ser consciente de tener un yo; la desesperación de no querer ser uno mismo; la desesperación de querer ser uno mismo.   SØREN KIERKEGAARD, La enfermedad mortal     La muerte de una hermosa niña de

Thank god for beauty, a balm to the soul.

There is something about the act of studying an unclothed body, as an artist does, that allows a person to appreciate it as pure form, regardless of the kinds of traits traditionally regarded as imperfections. In a figure drawing class, an obese woman's folds of flesh take on a kind of beauty. You can look at a man's shrunken chest or legs or buttocks with tenderness. Age is not ugly, just poignant.

I don't think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains. Anne Frank

May you live boldly and be all God intends you to be, and live in the fullness of the joy and beauty that you were created for.

midst of Your temple. Psalm 48:9

Consider the lilies of the field and learn thoroughly how they grow; they neither toil nor spin. Yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his magnificence (excellence, dignity, and grace) was not arrayed

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not? - Wrath

Ni siquiera la lluvia baila tan descalza.

You'll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, mid-day, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the color of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur...the pure murmuring of life.

Había estrellas fugaces. Las luces en Comala se apagaron. Entonces el cielo se adueñó de la noche.

Ella es muy bonita, ¿verdad? ¿Bonita? ¡Es la criatura más hermosa con que yo haya tropezado en mi vida! Eso decía mi corazón.

Salió fuera y miró el cielo. Llovían estrellas. Lamentó aquello porque hubiera querido ver un cielo quieto. Oyó el canto de los gallos. Sintió la envoltura de la noche cubriendo la tierra. La tierra, "este valle de lágrimas".

Hasta que al fin logré torcer la cabeza y ver hacia allá, donde la estrella de la tarde se había juntado con la luna.

Al recorrerse las nubes, el sol sacaba luz a las piedras, irisaba todo de colores, se bebía el agua de la tierra, jugaba con el aire dándole brillo a las hojas con que jugaba el aire.

One of your first tasks, then, is to ask yourself: why do I care about this? The answer will make you feel entitled to tell your own story—to accept that it is not only worthy of being written down but fit material for literature—something you want to revise and craft until it is beautiful.

Feeling a little foolish over her confidences, Elizabeth glanced up at him with an embarrassed smile. "What is the most beautiful place you've ever seen?" Dragging his gaze from the beauty of the gardens, Ian looked down at the beauty beside him. "Any place," he said huskily, "where you are.

You needn't worry about your appearance, my dear, because true beauty springs from the heart and dwells in the eyes.

Did he happen to select a color too? Blue. Blue? Victoria burst out, prepared to do physical battle for white. Madame nodded, her finger thoughtfully pressed to her lips, her own hand plunked upon her waist. Yes, blue. Ice blue. He said you are glorious in that color-'a titian-haired angel,' he said Victoria abruptly decided ice blue was a lovely color to be married in.

And in that unlikely moment, as she held his dagger poised high, ready to strike, Royce Westmoreland thought she was the most magnificent creature he'd ever beheld; a wild, beautiful, enraged angel of retribution, her chest rising and falling with fury as she courageously confronted an enemy who towered over her.

Panicked, she dropped the suitcase and started edging away. In her haste she caught the backs of her knees on the arm of the sofa, lost her balance and landed flat on her back on the cushions. His eyes gleaming with amusement, Nick looked at the delectable beauty sprawled invitingly across the sofa. I'm flattered,honey, but I'd like something to eat first.What are you serving-besides baked shoes?

No longer was she an heiress from another world; she was the woman he had wanted to possess the moment he saw her, and she was sitting beside him, her hair cascading over his arm like a thick satin waterfall

I thought you were the loveliest, most enchanting creature God ever created.