Quotes Tagged "beauty"

(Speaking of art): In leaving something unsaid the beholder is given a chance to complete the idea and thus a great masterpiece irresistably rivets your attention until you seem to become actually a part of it.

The world is full of beautiful places. Let your heart be one of them.

Beauty gives a person power. And camouflage.

The only beauty you can see is in the beauty of your love.

Have you ever danced like a peacock with all of your style, beauty and charm?

Beauty is an expression of the inner and outer simplicity, kindness, and uniqueness of a person.

Character is your beauty; style is your strength.

Be the light. Let others see their beauty of being in your light.

If they love you for anything, it will be for your beauty.

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

Life is not always perfect. Like a road, it has many bends, ups and down, but that’s its beauty.

Look at the stars. See their beauty. And in that beauty, see yourself.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike.

Because beauty doesn't demand attention but commands it,

Fashion does not have to prove that it is serious. It is the proof that intelligent frivolity can be something creative and positive

The empowered woman is powerful beyond measure and beautiful beyond description.

Whenever you should doubt your self-worth, remember the lotus flower. Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud, it does not allow the dirt that surrounds it to affect its growth or beauty.

I was free with every road as my home. No limitations and no commitments. But then summer passed and winter came and I fell short for safety. I fell for its spell, slowly humming me to sleep, because I was tired and small, too weak to take or handle those opinions and views, attacking me from every angle. Against my art, against my self, against my very way of living. I collected my thoughts, my few possessions and built isolated walls around my values and character. I protected my own definition of beauty and success like a treasure at the bottom of the sea, for no one saw what I saw, or felt the same as I did, and so I wanted to keep to myself. You hide to protect yourself.

So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us - that's snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of insurmountable emptiness... Maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost. Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can disappear, melting together in a single, overlapping figure. And as we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their lives are fleeting.

Among the many answers I have found, I believe love is the most beautiful and simple art that reflects the beauty of life.