-Suddenly the bus driverstops with a jolt,turns off his lights.A moose has come out ofthe impenetrable woodand stands there, looms, rather,in the middle of the road.It approaches; it sniffs atthe bus’s hot hood.Towering, antlerless,high as...

Consider this simple thought. The Lord could have made everything brown. Brown grass, brown flowers, brown sky, brown sea. But He didn’t. There is much for us to enjoy in the variety and the beauty...

Looking at beauty in the world, is the first step of purifying the mind.

Beauty is wasted on the self-absorbed.

I am the eye that beholds… And I am the dreamer that paints the stars in the night sky… For I am the one they call artist, and you call Love.

Tangerine tango was still in. Cardigans without buttons were in. Bahia bands were in. Senhor do Bonfim. Make a wish? But hardly anyone considered the most radical move: be yourself. Beauty is always a revolutionary...

La belleza existe para que podamos apreciarla, y no entiende de cultos, de religiones ni de creencias.

I’ve often thought of the forest as a living cathedral, but this might diminish what it truly is. If I have understood Koyukon teachings, the forest is not merely an expression or representation of sacredness,...

I took me to the Banks of the River, and tarried there awhile, as the lowering Sun made one with the Water, giving generously of Itself & its Diverse Colors, in a Splay of Magnificence...

Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn’t raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things

Kindness and awareness work together. Through awareness we understand the underlying beauty of everything and every being.

Beauty is an inner light that shines on the outside.

The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it…” -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Up there in that room, as I see it, is the reading and the thinking-through, a theory of rivers, of trees moving, of falling light. Here on the river, as I lurch against a freshening...

Such beauty, he thought, was too perfect to have come about by mere chance. That day in the center of the Pacific was, to him, a gift crafted deliberately, compassionately, for him and Phil. Joyful...

I loved the quiet places in Kyoto, the places that held the world within a windless moment. Inside the temples, Nature held her breath. All longing was put to sleep in the stillness, and all...

She herself, as she had said, was oddly enjoying the snowy night. She had seldom had reason to be abroad in such weather at night, and she had forgotten, or never noticed, how clear the...

The town itself is disagreeable; but then, all around, you find an inexpressible beauty of nature.

Compassion is all inclusive. Compassion knows no boundaries. Compassion comes with awareness, and awareness breaks all narrow territories.

Open your eyes and observe the beauty of nature.

But if a man be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and vulgar things. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent...

The graceful wings of a dove lead to the endless imagination in a dream wings of pain.

When nature suffers because it is destroyed by human activities, the notion of beauty is really losing its meaning, because nothing is more aesthetic than the natural beauty.

Ah yes, the beauty of nature…once we understand life’s delicateness, then we will surely protect and cherish all of its forms.

I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.

That is the earth, he thought. Not a globe thousands of kilometers around, but a forest with a shining lake, a house hidden at the crest of a hill, high in the trees, a grassy...

Beauty is the purest feeling of the soul. Beauty arises when soul is satisfied.

Explore, experiment and evolve your beautiful world.

From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that...

The way God squandered Himself had always hurt her; and annoyed her too. The sky full of wings and only the shepherds awake. That golden voice speaking and only a few fishermen there to hear;...

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

There’s one thing you can say for air pollution, you get utterly amazing sunrises.