Lord, catch me off guard today. Surprise me with some moment of beauty or pain so that at least for the moment, I may be startled into seeing that you are here in all your splendor, always and everywhere, barely hidden, beneath, beyond, within this life I breathe.
The world is as you perceive it to be. For me, clarity is a word for beauty. It’s what I am. And when I’m clear, I see only beauty. Nothing else is possible.
Japan lives with drastic segregation between the sublime, the ugly, and the utterly without qualities. Dominance of the last 2 categories makes mere presence of the first stunning: when beauty 'happens', it is absolutely surprising.
What's female beauty, but an air divine, thro' which the mind's all gentle graces shine? They, like the sun, irradiate all between; the body charms because the soul is seen.
If eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being.
The life that goes out in love to all life is the life that is full, and rich, and continually expanding in beauty and in power.
Beauty is only skin deep, and the world is full of thin skinned people.
This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above, and if we did our duty, it might be as full of love.
Maybe we don't have the same definition of about what's beautiful. So define it. Define true beauty.
Because there’s a clock attached to every beautiful woman. From the second she comes into her own, she begins to decline, because she begins to age. Aging is every beautiful woman’s kryptonite. And so, yes, it’s ridiculous and no, you don’t have much time and of course it’s not fair. Those three statements are the essence of beauty.
I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty.
I was always a big kid and I'm okay with that, but I know that it would have been better growing up if I had seen role models who had figures like me, beauty comes in all different packages.
We call beauty that which supplies us with a particular pleasure.
Aging has a wonderful beauty and we should have respect for that.
A compassionate soul is inner beauty.
The beauty behind killing someone who no one thinks you're willing to kill is, of course, that you throw people out of their comfort zone. And that's good because you want people to be on the edge of their seats.
Where youthful beauty is unconscious, mature beauty is knowing and sophisticated.
Beauty always takes place in the particular, and if there are no particulars, the chances of seeing it go down
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of each of your arms.
The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. (Death)