#beau

La beauté qui parle aux yeux, reprit-elle, n’est que le prestige d’un moment; l’œuil du corps n'est pas toujours celui de l'âme." ("The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes," she continued, "is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.") [Le beau Laurence] ↗

— George Sand

#eyes #perception #permanence #soul #transience

And because he felt like he might burst open and because he lacked the dexterity in English to say all that he was thinking--how in his estimation, the more you lived the more regret and longing you suffered, that life was a glorious catastrophe--Pasquale Tursi said, only, "Yes. ↗

— Jess Walter

#beauty

If debates about beauty in nineteenth-century France were fierce, that was because beauty was seen to matter. This was a world of political revolutions, of social reformism, of belief in progress and human perfectibility. Why was it that beauty mattered so much in such a world?. ↗

— Elizabeth Prettejohn

#beauty #france #art

A wise beautiful lake never desires to be famous, because fame dirty it! To remain pure, distance yourself from the reputation! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

While wishing a beautiful snowing for the streets of your city, do not forget also to wish a warm house for the homeless! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

Enter the streets that you have never been to for the sake of the concealed beauties and the hidden truths! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

Sušalti? Ar galima sušalti, kai tavo širdyje liepsnoja saulė? Tą vakarą dangus man atrodė kaip didelis medis, išskleidęs savo šakas nuo vakarų iki rytų, kaip didžiulis jazmino medis, kuris ramiai ošdamas barstė ant mūsų savo baltus žiedus. ↗

— Reşat Nuri Güntekin

#beauty

The fourth elf was younger than the others. This showed in the perfection of her skin, the agility and speed of her movements, and in the brightness of her dress. Her long silk garment was yellow and gold and green, and she wore a blue silk choker with a trailing silver scarf at her neck matching another at her waist. There was fire in her dark eyes which added to her overpowering beauty. ↗

— Ian Livingstone

#dahlver #elves #fantasy #ian-livingstone #zagor

Do not recall with grief the beautiful hair of the convict's head. ↗

— Mullah Nassr Eddin

#beauty

...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful... ↗

— John Geddes

#cigarette #shaft #smoke #sunlight #beauty