They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but us sheep know, true beauty is not in the eye: it lives in the mind.

Things can’t stay the same forever, Annemarie. People change; they grow up. That’s the way it’s supposed to happen.

You must really begin to harden yourself to the idea of being worth looking at.

Isn’t that the way God works? She’d thought. He takes the things in our lives that are ugly, disgusting, and downright wicked, and transforms them into something magnificent.

Beauty, like truth, is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it.

He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while...

We must remember that possession of physical beauty can easily weaken the moral faculty.

Logos and branding are so important. In a big part of the world, people cannot read French or English–but are great in remembering signs

Not every one of us sees the beauty of the stars and innocence of the moon by looking at sky.

Like most good looking women, she was never sure of her beauty, and had to keep checking on it, to make sure it was still there.

Explore, experiment and evolve your beautiful world.

A beautiful sentence and a beautiful sunset derive from the same source.

Schuyler put a gentle hand on Abbadon’s feathered extensions, feeling the majestic power underneath their silky weight. She had been frightened once, to see him in this light, but now that she saw his terrifying...

She felt as if a mist had been lifted from her eyes, enabling her to look upon and comprehend the significance of life, that monster made up of beauty and brutality.

He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.

You built your walls too, she tells him. So I have my wall. She says it glittering in a beauty he cannot stand. She with her beautiful clothes with her pale face that laughs at...

There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness.

…when we condescend, when we act consistently with a sense of the character of people in general which demeans them, we impoverish them AND ourselves, and preclude our having a part in the creation of...

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.”[The Autumnal]

Rosa que al prado, encarnada,te ostentas presuntuosade grana y carmín bañada:campa lozana y gustosa;pero no, que siendo hermosatambien serás desdichada.

The resurrection of the morning.The mystery of the night.The hummingbird’s wings.The excitement of thunder.The rainbow in the waterfall.Wild mustard, that rough blaze of the fields.

The genius of Laplace was a perfect sledge hammer in bursting purely mathematical obstacles; but, like that useful instrument, it gave neither finish nor beauty to the results. In truth, in truism if the reader...

What every man should desire is an ugly woman with a beautiful heart, not a beautiful woman with an ugly heart.

Beauty fades, dumb is forever.

He remembered that in the art books he had leafed through at Leader’s, many paintings depicted death. A severed head on a platter. A battle, and the ground strewn with bodies. Swords and spears and...

She really was pretty, for a grown-up person, but when you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative. I wonder what I would have done if she had smiled at me like that...

i think through it all, the hardest part was un-attaching myself to the ones I thought would stay around forever. People change and life changes with it, you’ve got to fight like mad for everything...

There is a Japanese word for things made more beautiful by use, that bear the evidence of their own making, or the individuating marks of time’s passage: a kind of beauty not immune to time...

If you want to be great at something, be great at being your most treasured . Life is about connection, and how can you give apart of yourself to someone; too hold onto, if you...

The ugliness is what makes the beautiful things beautiful.

Beauty always had a purpose: to be of service to life.

…I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars …

She wins who calls herself beautiful and challenges the world to change to truly see her.

Most urgently, women’s identity must be premised upon our “beauty” so that we will remain vulnerable to outside approval, carrying the vital sensitive organ of self-esteem exposed to the air.

Live quietly in the moment and see the beauty of all before you. The future will take care of itself……

I felt like I was seeing Shannon through a new lens, undistracted by Jennifer’s nuclear glow. I could see how pretty she really was, how kind her eyes were.

If your self esteem really does depend on how you look, you’re always going to be insecure. There’s no way you can get around it. Even if you get the perfect body, you’re going to...

Maybe she’d always wished to be beautiful and didn’t quite dare to, because she could tell that people didn’t say she was and more attention was given to other women, but she still had a...

But just look at her, he thought. How can there be this much treasure all in one place, and the world still here?

Inside of each of us is greatness let us treat those around us as if they are much more than they appear. Let us treat each other with kindness and respect.

The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

Devotional singing induces in you a desire for experiencing the truth, to glimpse the beauty that is God, to taste the bliss that is the Self. It encourages man to dive into himself and be...

Isn’t this a nice time of night to walk? I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise.

…aim to look good naked…and more often than not, everything will fall in place – fitness, health, you name it!

The beauty of life depends upon our good habits.

[The Old Astronomer to His Pupil]Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;He may know the law of all things,...

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.

She walks in beauty.

She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked...

Algún día cuando hayamos dominado los vientos, las olas, las mareas y la gravedad, aprenderemos a utilizar las energías del amor. Entonces por segunda vez en la historia del mundo, la humanidad habrá descubierto el...