Beauty
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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
What can a pencil do for all of us? Amazing things. It can write transcendent poetry, uplifting music, or life-changing equations; it can sketch the future, give life to untold beauty, and communicate the full-force of our love and aspirations.
I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.
We have been educated into believing someone else's concept of the deity, and someone else's standard of beauty. You have the right to practice any religion and politics in a way that best suits your freedom, your dignity, and your understanding. And once you do that, you don't apologize.
When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.
When a moment in front of me appears to be particularly special, whether it be by beauty or experience, I capture it. I usually find a reason to justify taking that photo — symmetry, or color, or contrast — and it's my hope that my photography sheds light onto what I see and do on a daily basis.
Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.
A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.
I feel French is very close to Urdu. Both languages are beautiful. Sadly, their beauty is lost in translation.
When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.
There is beauty and humility in imperfection.
There's design, and there's art. Good design is total harmony. There's no better designer than nature — if you look at a branch or a leaf, it's perfect. It's all function. Art is different. It's about emotion. It's about suffering and beauty — but mostly suffering!
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.
Being natural is incredibly empowering for women because it's just who you are. You're embracing all the beautiful things about you from your head to your toes. Because when you mask so much of your natural beauty, people don't get to see that.
Now that I have a daughter, I've been thinking about how I'll define beauty to her. I watched a video of Kendall when she was three, and she was putting on makeup. I don't know how I feel about that. But my daughter already watches me do it. When do you let them start wearing it? I don't know yet.
I'm attracted to soccer's capacity for beauty. When well played, the game is a dance with a ball.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
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