Pues eso es la belleza: una situación, no un estado.

On the morning of what should have been Amelia Ashley’s birthday, the river valley that had once housed High Bridge changed for Joshua Mayhew. For the first time in many years, it seemed beautiful to...

Royal Young’s writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.

Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of...

Cosette, by learning that she was beautiful, lost the grace of not knowing it; an exquisite grace, for beauty heightened by artlessness is ineffable, and nothing is so adorable as dazzling innocence, going on her...

Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders? And even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I should fade in the strength of his stronger existence. For beauty’s...

If a rainbow makes a sound, or a flower as it grows, that was the sound of her laughter.

Screw pretty. I’d rather be strong. Pretty fades over time. Strength gets you through the bad shit.

Rainbows introduce us to reflectionsof different beautiful possibilitiesso we never forget that pain and griefare not the final options in life.

I think on-stage nudity is disgusting, shameful and damaging to all things American. But if I were 22 with a great body, it would be artistic, tasteful, patriotic, and a progressive religious experience.

Even now, there are still days so beautiful, I almost believe in God.

Those who are esteemed umpires of taste, are often persons who have acquired some knowledge of admired pictures or sculptures, and have an inclination for whatever is elegant; but if you inquire whether they are...

The Lord prefers common-looking people. That is why he made so many of them.

What makes art Christian art? Is it simply Christian artists painting biblical subjects like Jeremiah? Or, by attaching a halo, does that suddenly make something Christian art? Must the artist’s subject be religious to be...

Every girl is beautiful.

I wish every day could be Halloween. We could all wear masks all the time. Then we could walk around and get to know each other before we got to see what we looked like...

Nature never remembers, that’s why she’s beautiful.

To the loving eye, even smallpox scars are beautiful.

Every beautiful thing in the world is rooted in some kind of pain.

Beauty is the spirit of the soul. Beauty is the spirit of love.

Love has perfect eyes for beauty.

both you and paintings are layered… first, ephemera and notations on the back of the canvas. Labels indicate gallery shows, museum shows, footprints in the snow, so to speak. Then pencil scribbles on the stretcher,...

You see, it is our pain that connects us to all of the most beautiful parts of life. Love is such a marvelous pain.

What peace, what love, what truth, what beauty, what happiness for all, what generous kindness for you and me, are here spread out!

When a woman is plain, people say, ‘What beautiful eyes you have, beautiful hair.

]Sardisoften turning her thoughts here]you like a goddessand in your song most of all she rejoiced.But now she is conspicuous among Lydian womenas sometimes at sunsetthe rosyfingered moonsurpasses all the stars. And her lightstretches over...

The darkest hour of my day is the one in which I don’t get to see you.

And she saw beauty even in the tiny sparkles of dust suspended in the air, high above.

God wanted to make heaven and the earth is that heaven. Nowhere in the universe there is so much love, life, beauty and peace. Enjoy your stay with the fellow beings.

One great function of the arts is to keep ideals alive in a culture that does not yet realize them.

A man is at his best when he is simply not like the rest in all his life’s test.

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.-...

You can see where it was, years ago. Like an old woman who was once beautiful, but time has taken her beauty away.

Sometimes it seems that light can transform anything! That it is an undeniable and irreducible metaphor for grace. But do the people of the ranchitos know this? Is it for beauty that they do it?...

Beauty comes to us more readily on a full belly.

as the shadows assumeshapesI fight the slowretreatnowmy once-promisedwindlingdwindlingnowlighting new cigarettespouring moredrinksit has been a beautifulfightstillis.

Where is our comfort but in the free, uninvolved, finally mysterious beauty and grace of this world that we did not make, that has no price? Where is our sanity but there? Where is our...

The riot had taken on a beauty of its own now. Arcs of gasoline fire under the crescent moon. Crimson tracer in mystical parabolas. Phosphorescence from the barrels of plastic bullet guns. A distant yelling...

Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made it, it is not given to all...

I’ll always find you attractive because of the person you are in here.

May our eyes focus rightly on Christ … before the need to please others, before church, and before the busyness of Christian life. Those things will surely have their place, but they will be most...

It doesn’t matter how many friends I have because my best friend is God. And, he is a Super Friend. People come and people go, but God’s love for you will remain the same. Embrace...

She had no way of evaluating the beauty of someone so young. All young people looked beautiful to her now.

I wake up in the morning and I see that flower, with the dew on its petals, and at the way it’s folding out, and it makes me happy, she said. It’s important to focus...

Trees are the earth’s example of beauty, duty, wisdom and happiness.

For it was one of the special mercies of Providence, Lucilla was apt to say, that beauty and shabbiness are quite compatible. The great thing, she would tell her grandchildren, was to start well. A...

He could be boastful in a way pleasantly at odds with his native fatalism, and his youthful stubbornness had a way of ameliorating into a sort of wounded dignity, which was centered in the darting...

He looked up and I realised how close we were, both of us leaning in together. I blinked a few times, suddenly light-headed, but not like before when I’d passed out. Being so close to...

Sundari. I was standing here thinking nothing could be more beautiful than this sunset tonight, but I was mistaken. You standing here in the setting sun with your hair and skin aglow is almost more...

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.