That which is ordinary, is the most beautiful rare treasure you will thirst to find in the artificial world.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched- they must be felt with the heart.

You are so beautiful, like water droplet.When I’m looking on water, inside the glass, I see nothing unusual, but when I look on water droplet, I see, how beautiful She is.

Why is your heart racing Tris?

I have found a very great number of exceedingly beautiful theorems.

Why is wisdom so fair? Why is beauty so wise?Because all else is temporary, while beauty and wisdom are the only real and constant aspects of truth that can be perceived by human means.And I don’t mean the kind of surface beauty that fades with age, or the sort of shallow wisdom that gets lost...

I beg you to look at the promising boys and beautiful girls in your homes and in your communities, and then you will not put these temptations in their way.

…and on some nights in bed, in that moment before sleep erased the day, I would picture the way the sky in Lapland looked the morning I left, how the train had sped south beneath a sky that was brighter than it had been in weeks. It had pulsed with reds and oranges, as though...

Sometimes your light shines so bright that it blinds people from seeing who you really are.

A lot of people believe women can’t do tech-y stuff. Becoming nerdy doesn’t have to mean the short-haired guy, but can be the woman with very long, beautiful hair.

I know you all, and will awhile uphold the unyoked humour of your idleness . . .

Translation is like a woman. If it is beautiful, it is not faithful. If it is faithful, it is most certainly not beautiful.

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.

Life is beautiful, when you make it beautiful

Beauty is a flirtacious language that speaks to the heart through the eyes.

In her eyes was the reflection of everything that mattered: old diners with neon signs, vinyl records, celluloid film, drive-in movies, Pears soap, department stores, her brother’s old blue Camaro car and the smell of coal dust in the rainy sky of a summer lightning storm.…And all the nice bright colors of the past that...

My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.

I’m oxygen and he’s dying to breathe.

Are you kidding? That’s the music of the spheres, commissar. It’s beautiful. Like old jazz.

You can go and see the Katihar railway station. This is the most beautiful station in Bihar, even better than the Patna junction.

If there is honesty in your face, the battle is won. It doesn’t have to be the most beautiful face in the world. The audience can relate to you then. They feel love, not lust, for you.

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.

As for you girls, you must risk everything for Freedom, and give everything for Passion, loving everything that your hearts and your bodies love. The only thing higher for a girl and more sacred for a young woman than her freedom and her passion should be her desire to make her life into poetry, surrendering...

Beauty exists, even in unlikely places. The key isn’t to open your eyes but to open your heart.

Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It’s a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but all weaving together in a rope of sound that’s sad but not sad...

There is both joy and suffering on planet Earth because this beautiful world is a world of duality – a world of opposites. There is an opposite side to everything.

The truth is beautiful, like you. The truth is you have been made perfect and are wholly loved. Chosen simply because you breathe, because you exist, because of who created you.

Don’t give in to fear. Be strong, like i know you are. An never give up, d’you unnerstand, never. No matter what happens.I stare at him.I won’t, I says. I ain’t no quitter, Pa.That’s my girl.

I know the world is filled with troubles and many injustices. But reality is as beautiful as it is ugly. I think it is just as important to sing about beautiful mornings as it is to talk about slums. I just couldn’t write anything without hope in it.

I’d do it all over again, knowing that you were going to be there at the end. I’d walk through the sadness and the loneliness all over again for you.

Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh’ beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?

You’re beautful. Yes you are, you’re very very beautiful. Extremely beautiful.

There was an itchy lung for a last cigarette and an immense, magnetic pull toward the basement, for the girl who was his daughter and was writing a book down there he hoped to read one day. Liesel. His soul whispered it as I carried him. But there was no Liesel in that house. Not...

She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall – a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of paint cans that shielded Max Vandenburg. She removed the sheets closest to the wall until there...

Dont give up because you are not getting much.Keep shining ur light no matter how small.God makes all things(small/big)beautiful in his time

How beautiful would it be if we could just see souls instead of bodies? To see love and compassion instead of curves.

I can sit here and say I’ve survived heart break and all those nights I thought I couldn’t bare to live without you, yeah I just want to thank them, because I did & now I couldn’t imagine a life with you.

She was a mystery, personal in her journey but social in her seek; you wouldn’t believe the depth in her heart until the day you felt her essence, for the very first time.

I don’t want to be in some big beautiful place that nobody want me, because I play the blues.

Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful.

Illium, with his wings of silver-kissed blue and a face designed to seduce both males and females, not to mention his ability to do the most impossible acrobatics in the air, would provide a worthy diversion. The fact that he’d decided to ditch half his clothing was just icing on the cake.

Then the other door opened. I wen’t rigid. If I had thought Reth’s was beautiful, it was nothing to this soul. It filled the night with light, dancing and rippling like the reflection on a pond. I hadn’t seen many souls, but I knew this one was special. I wanted it. I needed it.

To think what is true, to sense what is beautiful and to want what is good, hereby the spirit finds purpose of a life in reason.

And you’re beautiful. You’d have to work pretty hard to mess that up.

One of the things that’s beautiful about New Orleans is how culturally rich we are and how well we have worked together. People call us a gumbo. It’s really important that we get focused on the very simple notion that diversity is a strength, it’s not a weakness.

The sky was electric blue above the trees but the yard felt dark. Stephanie went to the edge of the lawn and sat her forehead on her knees. The grass and soil were still warm from the day. She wanted to cry but she couldn’t. The feeling was too deep.

When a man’s suit fits, when the construction is beautiful, when the sewing and fabrics are there… in the end, you’ll look the best in it.

Death, is a beautiful conclusion to these short stories, that which we have so interestingly entitled, lives.

When I was discharged, I attended the University of Paris and met a beautiful Parisian girl, Janine. We soon married and eventually returned to the States.

As an artist I’d choose the thing that’s beautiful more than the one that’s true.