Quotes About Lovely

Finally, believers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable and worthy of respect, whatever is right and confirmed by God's word, whatever is pure and wholesome, whatever is lovely and brings peace, whatever is admirable and of good repute; if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think continually on these things [center your mind on them, and implant them in your heart].

As long as the self is consumed in the struggle to make itself lovely, it cannot love. First it must come to the end of its own resources, for the power to love derives purely and solely from the knowledge that one is already loved in return.

Looks like you've learned your lesson! The planet of Venus, the goddess of love and beauty, can even use the stink of a toot in the name of lovely justice!" -Sailor Venus

Shigure: "That's lovely. She's so... how shall I say it? By putting it into words I'm afraid the nobility of it all would only be obscured." Yuki: "Of what?" Shigure: "You know, she's so spunky!" Kyo: "You sick bastard!

Sure, I buried it. I buried it and buried it and turned away from everything light and sweet and delicate and lovely and became so scared and scarred and burdened and fucked up. But that goodness is there, inside - it must be.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

Yet obscurely I saw that the ultimate cosmos was nevertheless lovely, and perfectly formed; and that every frustration and agony within it, however cruel to the sufferer, issued finally, without any miscarriage, in the enhanced lucidity of the cosmical spirit itself. In this sense at least no individual tragedy was in vain.

I'm not sure sheep are known for their good sense," he said. "Beatrice is unusual," I said. The goslings saw Mama and ran over. "Madeleine, I believe you're going to be the largest of the three of you," said Mama. "And you, Margaret Louise, will always be the runt." "Small and lovely, you mean," said Grandfather.

I find a star-lovely art In a dark sod. Joy that is timeless! O heart That knows God!

To be so lovely and so lost. To be all answerful with all that knowing trapped inside. To be beautiful and broken.

Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

So we rode in silence. It was nice just being near her. You wouldn't think a girl in bandages with a blackened eye could be beautiful, but Denna was. Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

I want to hear you wound my lovely language with your rough barbarian tongue.

the honeycomb. It was lovely. Not one bit stolen. The farmer loved the bees and did things in the proper way. It was full of silent bells and drowsy summer afternoon.

Elodin nodded. "It is a lovely name," he said politely. "And it suits you." "It does," she agreed. "It is like having a flower in my heart.

the prettiest girl this side of the Danube River and the nicest person this side of anywhere.

TO MY MIND, PUSHKIN BEST SUMS UP THE SEASON: "Lovely summer, how I could cherish you / If heat and dust and gnats and flies were banished.

They sat in the cafes with their fresh faces and long lovely legs and waited for something outrageous to happen.

don't know what it is about Africa, but champagne is absolutely compulsory here." Without any further ceremony, Denys tipped his hat to me, and then the two men moved off down the road, turning a corner and passing out of sight. They might have been headed to another party, or to white steeds waiting to whisk them off to an enchanted palace. I would have believed a magic carpet as well, or any storybook ending. They were that lovely, and now they were gone. —

everything about this moment is so sharp and lovely, I do something completely out of character and just let myself have it.

He said nothing as the sun continued its descent. This close to the equator, we had almost no twilight. Day turned to night in minutes, but they were lovely ones. Around us the yellow grasses stretched and moved like the sea, sometimes dipping into antbear burrows and pig holes, or lifting towards the knuckled spires of termite mounds, but never truly ceasing.

For the choirmaster. According to Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. How lovely is Your dwelling place, O LORD of Hosts!