The Taste of Beauty, and the Relish of what is decent, just, and amiable, perfects the Character of the Gentleman, and the Philosopher. And the Study of such a Taste or Relish will, as we suppose, be ever the great Employment and Concern of him, who covets as well to be wise and good, as agreeable and polite.
You look like an angel,Sleeping it off at a station.Were you only passing through?
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
The beauty of the soul is shown in the face
When I am working on a problem I never think about beauty. I only think about how to solve the problem. But when I have finished, if the solution is not beautiful, I know it is wrong.
Do you love me because I’m beautiful,or am I beautiful because you love me?
I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings My wisdom flows from the Highest Source. I salute that Source in you. Let us work together for unity and love.
There is one purpose to life and one only: to bear witness to and understand as much as possible of the complexity of the world – its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles. The more you understand, the more you look, the greater is your enjoyment of life and your sense of peace. That’s all there is to it. If an activity is not grounded in ‘to love’ or ‘to learn,’ it does not have value.
I believe that children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside.- (Whitney Houston) –“The Greatest Love of All.
The moral sense reappears today with the same morning newness that has been from of old the fountain of beauty and strength. You say there is no religion now. ‘Tis like saying in rainy weather, There is no sun, when at that moment we are witnessing one of its superlative effects.
This is the makeup process. Ive been here since half past five this morning. So would you say youre bringing out a beauty thats already there? How does it work? How do we hide the bald patch?
The beauty of male has not yet been portrayed by the only one who can do so-the female
I don’t think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that remains.
Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.
We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer’s ink.
Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies, for example.
Beauty fades . . . dumb is forever.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched … but are felt in the heart.
Beauty grows in you to the extent that love grows, because charity itself is the soul’s beauty.
To every soul you encounter, be a mirror, which reflects only their beauty.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. Praise is no part of it, for nothing is made worse or better by praise.
Your life is meant to be filled with beauty.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still.
The real sin against life is to abuse and destroy beauty, even one’s own–even more, one’s own, for that has been put in our care and we are responsible for its well-being
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.
May the sun bring you new energies by day, may the moon softly restore you by night, may the rain wash away any worries you may have. May gentle breezes refresh your soul and all the days of your life, may you walk gently through the world and know its beauty.
The only person who could make me stop singing is the one who made me sing: God, the beauty up there!
Lord of the far horizons, Give us the eyes to see Over the verge of the sundown The beauty that is to be. r
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
Take back the beauty and wit you bestow upon me; leave me my own mediocrity of agreeableness and genius, but leave me also my sincerity, my constancy, and my plain dealing; ’tis all I have to recommend me to the esteem either of others or myself.
Far away in the sunshine are my highest inspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see the beauty, believe in them and try to follow where they lead.
The desire to write perfectly of beautiful happenings is, as the saying runs, old as the hills and as immortal.
Beauty is where you find it.
By plucking her petals, You do not gather the beauty of the flower.
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment the eye of the body is not always that of the soul
Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see Beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see Beauty never grows old.
The day I see a leaf is a marvel of a day.
Seek goodness and be goodness. Seek beauty and be beauty. Seek love and be love.
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
Remember how in that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but reality (for he has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if mortal man may.
What ever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity.
Beauty is only skin deep, but it`s a valuable asset if you’re poor or haven’t any sense
Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.
Beauty is always the result of an accident. Of a violent lapse between acquired habits and those yet to be acquired. It baffles and disgusts. It may even horrify. Once the new habit has been acquired, the accident ceases to be an accident. It becomes classical and loses its shock value.
I’m tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That’s deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?
Know yourself. Be yourself. Love yourself. Seek goodness and be goodness. Seek beauty and be beauty. Seek love and be love.
Even an ordinary broken chord is made to disclose rare beauties; we are reminded of the fairies’ hazelnuts in which diamonds were concealed but you could break the shell only if your hands were blessed.
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
People see you as an object, not as a person, and they project a set of expectations onto you. People who don’t have it think beauty is a blessing, but actually it sets you apart.
Beauty seen is never lost, God’s colors all are fast.
Beauty is indeed a good gift of God; but that the good may not think it a great good, God dispenses it even to the wicked.
A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
The lover knows much more about absolute good and universal beauty than logician or theologian, unless the latter, too, be lovers in disguise.
It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know of wonder and humility.
The most common error made in matters of appearance is the belief that one should disdain the superficial and let the true beauty of one’s soul shine through. If there are places on your body where this is a possibility, you are not attractive–you are leaking.
Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.
Nothing is more the child of art than a garden.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.