Quotes About Beauty

La belleza interior es la que se emplea por una necesidad interior imperiosa, renunciando a la belleza habitual. Naturalmente, parece fea al que no está acostumbrado a ella, ya que el ser humano en general tiende a lo externo y no está dispuesto a reconocer la necesidad interior (¡especialmente hoy!)

Kandinsky did not see his divorced parents as hostile figures of authority. They were merely two very different people who were devoted to him and who, in their own way, fostered his sensitivity. But particularly in his mother he saw the best qualities - "grave, austere beauty, well-bred simplicity, boundless energy.

to stand in front of some of his drawings or pictures gives a keener and more spiritual pleasure than any other kind of painting.

Quietude, which some men cannot abide because it reveals their inward poverty, is as a palace of cedar to the wise, for along its hallowed courts the King in His beauty deigns to walk." CHARLES H. SPURGEON

church of the new creation is more like wildflowers strewn across an alpine meadow than a walled garden with manicured hedges. I realize

And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun

T.R. "Tina" Threston is one of the most beautiful women I've ever had the pleasure of meeting and calling friend. There are many beautiful women in the world, but, most of the beauty is skin deep. Tina is the exception to this rule -- her beauty radiates from within from her intellect to her compassion for others, and, she is a true physical beauty -- very pleasing to the eye. She is a rare gem in today's society. Any man lucky enough to capture her heart should hold on tight and not let go.

I'm so sick of these wussy princesses and evil women. We've done the evil witches of Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel, the evil queen of Snow White and the evil stepmother of Cinderella. Is this some kind of campaign against femininity? Our choices are the evil and usually ugly powerful female or the helpless princess, desired just for her beauty? And what the heck is this shit about evil stepmothers anyway?

It's like God is trying to tell us something when the most beautiful people in the world are racially mixed.

Ansiando pela Primavera "Chô-chô, Chô-chô, na no ha ni tomare; Na no ha ga iyenara, te ni tomare…" Borboleta, vem pousar Na tenra colza - ou então, Se não te agrada a colza, Vem pousar na minha mão

To by held above the earth and be brushed by the wind," she said,"it's like your heart has been kissed by beauty.

A painting is more than the sum of its parts,' he would tell me, and then go on to explain how the cow by itself is just a cow, and the meadow by itself is just grass and flowers, and the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light, but put them all together and you've got magic.

Sometimes I get so caught up in my own problems that I forget how amazing the world is.

A painting is more than the sum of the parts," he would tell me, and then go on to explain how the cow itself is just a cow, and the meadow by itself is just grass and flowers, and the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light, but put them all together and you've got magic.

I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

And find that dark, too blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet, and dark wings.

An art that heals and protects its subject is a geography of scars.

We haven't accepted we can't really believe that the most characteristic product of our age of scientific miracles is junk, but that is so. And we still think and behave as though we face an unspoiled continent, with thousands of acres of living space for every man. We still sing "America the Beautiful" as though we had not created in it, by strenuous effort, at great expense, and with dauntless self-praise, an unprecedented ugliness.

Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.

bees in Indian love poetry are said to form the bowstring of the god of lust and to plunge deep inside the flowers that ooze with sap even as the rutting elephant's temples ooze with musk.

the bee perishes because his lust for the lotus stupefies him and makes him stick to her even in death.

He was smoking hot. As in H-O-T-T, hott. I'd never understood until that moment why girls insisted on adding an extra t. This guy was extra-t-worthy.

make-up, shiny skin, a large nose and wild brown hair.

and as streams of light fan out behind the darkened sun like the wings of a butterfly, i realize that i never saw true beauty until now.