When we look down at the Earth from space we see this amazing, indescribably beautiful planet; it looks like a living, breathing organism. But it also, at the same time, looks extremely fragile
Wouldn’t the worst be, isn’t the worst, in truth, that women aren’t castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the Sirens (for the Sirens were men) for history to change its meaning? You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she’s not deadly. She’s beautiful and she’s laughing.
You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she’s not deadly. She’s beautiful and she’s laughing.
We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn’t even know it.
The real unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, without anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present – they are real.
If you see a wonderful archaic Greek marble object in a museum, it’s not only that it’s beautiful, but what comes to your mind is the fact that it’s 2,600 or so years old, and it was done by a human being at that time who you have such a limited ability to grasp – and yet you have this enormous ability to grasp.
Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
Under the harvest moon, <br>When the soft silver <br>Drips shimmering <br>Over the garden nights, <br>Death, the gray mocker, <br>Comes and whispers to you <br>As a beautiful friend <br>Who remembers.
And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release — out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?
I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
I like my body so much more now since having my baby. It”s just kind of empowering when you become a mother. You just get overwhelmed with this new confidence and you feel really in control of your life. It”s been beautiful.
Is it not true, then, that my life with all its limitation touches at many points the life of the World Beautiful? Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be, therein to be content.
If you tell a woman she is beautiful, whisper it softly, for if the devil hears, he will echo it many times.
Decoration is really about creating a quality of life, and a beauty in that life that nourishes the soul, that makes life beautiful.
I deeply believe that a beautiful decor can have a beneficial influence on our lives.
Decorators should always remember that letting a client see too many beautiful things is a pitfall.
I actually got to perform for Queen Elizabeth, and I got to meet her after the show. She said she thought my performance was beautiful and I got to shake her hand and it was just an incredible moment.
Leaving behind books is even more beautiful — there are far too many children.
Man is small, and, therefore, small is beautiful.
Even bigger machines, entailing even bigger concentrations of economic power and exerting ever greater violence against the environment, do not represent progress: they are a denial of wisdom. Wisdom demands a new orientation of science and technology towards the organic, the gentle, the nonviolent, the elegant and beautiful.
I have no doubt that it is possible to give a new direction to technological development, a direction that shall lead it back to the real needs of man, and that also means: to the actual size of man. Man is small, and, therefore, small is beautiful.
Wisdom demands a new orientation of science and technology toward the organic, the gentle, the elegant and beautiful.
I just like the company of beautiful women. I have a weakness in that department. And I suppose because I am fairly well off and a famous musician, I’m up for grabs. And that makes me an eligible bachelor in the press.
I just like the company of beautiful women. I have a weakness in that department.
I know now that it’s really important to feel beautiful. There is a power to that.
I think America is amazing for its landscape and its history. California is beautiful, New York is beautiful, but when you’re a gypsy at heart, it probably suits you to be traveling.
I like to write about the way things used to be and paint pictures of my memories with beautiful words and melodies.
I’d liked my first record, it was autobiographical and beautiful.
Sometimes I wish I was a beautiful machine so I could resist your kiss and not cry when you’re mean.
I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind, because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?
Be like snow – cold, but beautiful.
Life is beautiful, but you don’t have a clue.
Something you discover as a writer is that actresses who are successful are incredibly smart. For some reason, there’s this myth that if you’re a beautiful actress, you’re not bright, you’re a puppet. But it’s completely the opposite. These are people with a finely tuned sense of story, and who are also strong and articulate. You have to be, to be a woman holding your own on TV and film sets.
Give it up for Ray Charles and his beautiful legacy. And thank you, Ray Charles, for living.