The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.
I think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness.
Beauty will save the world.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.
Our task must be to free ourselves... by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and it's beauty.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.
Is the spring coming? he said. What is it like?... It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine...
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes...
Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss.... He turned to me. But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.
There are no bad pictures; that's just how your face looks sometimes.
To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it.
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.
There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.
Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.
Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.
I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects.
The truth is not always beautiful, nor beautiful words the truth.