A chill December morning dawned, with rags and tatters of mist hanging on the trees like poor people’s washing.

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...

My heart beats for you and the most precious and beautifully fated life we share together.

I’m such a believer in ‘if you’re beautiful on the inside it really shows on the outside.’ I know a lot of people who are physically very beautiful, but their inside doesn’t represent that. So...

…I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight – with you, everything was beautiful…

Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women’s husbands.

When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart. When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind. In harmony, both create a beautiful symphony of life.

When you have to do all the more crappy jobs before, you appreciate all the good work that comes out of that. There are many girls who immediately have a top model career, and there...

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.

The thing I love about music is that you can take things that are painful, deep things that hurt you, and you can turn them into something beautiful.

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffrings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music. People...

You put your soul into those paintings, and nothing in this world is more beautiful to me than that soul of yours.

She wondered If I had woken up, would I have smelled his sadness, his desperation, and his detachment? His death, her breath. He told her once, she remembers, these two words have no other rhyme...

If you die, I’ll die.”But is you live, I’ll live.’- Bowman and Kestrel, Firesong

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children’s faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.

I created this picture of this character who would play the guitar effortlessly, who had no limitations, performing beautiful music, and he moved around with great acrobatic skills, just capturing the audience and being a...

The most luxurious item is a beautiful bed and beautiful, simple sheets.

With the first commandment, Mohammed tried to imprison common sense. And with the second commandment, the beautiful, romantic side of mankind was enslaved.

I am sure that God has given all his time in making you, the remaining human race has been created in haste.

Google is famous for making the tiniest changes to pixel locations based on the data it accrues through its tests. Google will always choose a spartan webpage that converts over a beautiful page that doesn’t...

Not forever, Tessa thought. They had a long, long time. A lifetime. His lifetime. And she would lose him one day, as she had lost Will, and her heart would break, as it had broken...

What are you doing?” Her voice stammered.”Taking Your picture.””Why?” She began to reach for the camera, but he took a step back.”Because you’re beautiful

Marty and I are playing with the same intensity. That’s the beautiful thing, man, we’re actually better now than ever, probably more intense now than ever, tighter now than ever.

Killing an animal to make a coat is sin. It wasn’t meant to be, and we have no right to do it. A woman gains status when she refuses to see anything killed to be...

Wanaume hupenda nyama kwenye mifupa.

If a man cannot understand the beauty of life, it is probably because life never understood the beauty in him.

The sign of a true woman isn’t the ability to recite French poetry or play the pianoforte or cook Chateaubriand. The sign of a true woman is learning to listen to her own voice even...

A beautiful smile is the prettiest ornament that you can find. Happiness is the prettiest color for your imaginative mind.

It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to...

Yes,” I said, staring at the way the sunshine glinted, quite prettily, on the broken fragments. Odd that something so wrecked could be so beautiful.

We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That’s what connects us–that we’re all broken, all beautifully imperfect.

Use the imagination to picture only what is good, what is beautiful, what is beneficial, what is ideal, and what you wish to realize. Mentally see yourself receiving what you deeply desire to receive. What...

In photographs of us together, she is always looking at the camera, and I am always looking at her.

Music is beautiful. Yes, music is great. My music’s great.

I looked like an alien, and in front of the most beautiful people on TV.

I’ve only wanted paper and beautiful colors. It was my dream, and it still is my dream. And books. They’re all I need, and the rest I can do without.

Brain surgery is a fairly aggressive process. There’s a lot to get through. There’s the beautiful, delicate shaving first, which is really lovely. There’s a wonderful ceremony of putting all the covers on, so only...

I like The Eiffel Tower because it looks like steel and lace.

Everything changes, but beauty remains.

There is nothing positive about being fat. And there is nothing positive about loving yourself. We all need to conform to society’s expectations of who we are, because if we don’t, who will? Life is...

It happens like this. “One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else–closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within...

Theres something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re close, like you could reach out...

Nothing beats having this beautiful child look at me and say mum. I get soppy all the time.

Allow the beauty of all that we love be reflected in who we are and in our actions.

There’s something beautiful about facing tragedy, you crack open a new, you find yourself in the parts of you; that can finally be explored freely with out judgement or guilt. Where to from here doesn’t...

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...

My biggest fear, is not the ending of this life, but going through it without you by my side.” He stopped playing. The room fell silent.

This boy wore the ocean in his eyes, green-gray-blue, ever shifting, and I recognized him immediately. Knew before he said another word that he was as dangerous as he was beautiful.

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

Look at me, chica.” When she does, I repeat, “Eres hermosa.””What does it mean?””You’re beautiful.