#beauty

We love the beautiful and serene, but we have a feeling as deep as love for the terrible and dark. ↗

— Edward George Bulwer-Lytton

#beauty

Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! ↗

— William Wordsworth

#poetry #beauty

For the land, the sea is beautiful; for the sea, the land is beautiful! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

I hope to die in my sleep, when the time comes, and I hope it will be in the beautiful big brass bed in my New Orleans apartment, the bed which is associated with so much love. ↗

— Tennessee Williams

#beauty

Every person has one particular time in his life when he is more beautiful than he is ever going to be again. For some it is at seven, for others at seventeen or seventy, and as Laura Fleischman read out loud from Shakespeare, I remember thinking that for her it was probably just then. ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#seven #seventeen #seventy #shakespeare #beauty

...that you should be nice to everyone until a person gives you reason not to be, and sometimes even then. ↗

— Lauren Baratz-Logsted

#life #beauty

Do not confuse beauty with beautiful. Beautiful is a human judgment. Beauty is All. The difference is everything. ↗

— Matthew Fox

#beauty #confuse #difference #everything #human

In the fire of his embrace, all that was her ceased to exist. Only what was God remained. I am. The cloisterbell, the voice of Christ. He spoke again: I am. She tried to obey but was frozen in beauty, like a fly trapped in amber. She could not move. Nothing exists apart from me. Self had been an illusion, a dream. God dreaming. ↗

— Mark Salzman

#self-is-an-illusion #the-voice-of-god #beauty

Along the wide curving moat surrounding the palace, rows of cherry trees announced the end of their seasonal beauty. Some of the trees were weeping: blossoms in white and palest pink, ponderous with decreptitude, eddying on the brown water, stirred by the paddling of ducks. ↗

— John Burnham Schwartz

#sorrow #beauty

...good fortune is not only good fortune, and over the years things happened in that family that caused some terrible regret. Still, for years it all seemed to me to be blindingly beautiful. And it was. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#beauty