#beau

Musicians playing together, it's a conversation, and ideally I want our conversation to be really intriguing and interesting and beautiful. ↗

— Chris Robinson

#conversation #i #ideally #interesting #intriguing

Bugsy Siegel. The mobster with the beautiful blue eyes. ↗

— Cesar Romero

#blue #blue eyes #eyes

I've become really good at turning down the boring, pretty girl roles, the trophy wife, supermodel, beautiful girlfriend roles. I mean, playing somebody who's perfect holds no allure for me, whatsoever. It's just boring. ↗

— Rebecca Romijn

#beautiful #become #boring #down #girl

Persephone is just a name for a spirit of beauty at a certain time in history. I'm sure we could argue a biblical place for her if it matters. Your wife has the name of that pagan goddess, but the fact remains that she's your mortal bride in the Year of Our Lord 1888- and she's Catholic, so pray for her, damn it, I don't care how confusing it is. And pray for us, to anyone. If the dead are about to flood Athens, divine goodwill couldn't hurt. Your prayers can be in Hindu, if you like. Now go home. ↗

— Leanna Renee Hieber

#love #mythology #persephone #prayer #strangely-beautiful-series

I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, such beauty, such magnificence? ↗

— James Thomson

#beauty #elevating #enthusiasm #i #know

I do believe very much in the idea of unexpected or "convulsive" beauty - beauty in the service of liberty. ↗

— Jeff Vandermeer

#believe #convulsive #i #i do #idea

It is not sufficient to see and to know the beauty of a work. We must feel and be affected by it. ↗

— Voltaire

#beauty #feel #know #must #see

Yes, but everyone is beautiful to someone. ↗

— Kevyn Aucoin

#everyone #someone #yes

An Evening Air I go out in the grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. I go out into the hard loneliness of the barren field of grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. In the gathering darkness a long, swift train suddenly Passes me like a lighting. Hard and ponderous and loud are the wheels. As ponderous as the darkness, and as beautiful. I look on, enchanted, and listen to the sounds of lamentation In the soft fragrant air. The long rails, grey-dark, smooth as a serpent, shiver, and A soft, low thing cries out in the distance, But the sounds are hard and heavy, In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. ↗

— Samar Sen

#flowers #night #beauty

It began in mystery and it will end in mystery, but what a rare and beautiful country lies in between. ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#beauty