#beauty

To be a poet is to place pleasure, beauty and sensual delights front and centre, it means having a predilection for debauchery. ↗

— Nicole Brossard

#poetry #beauty

The baby's beauty lies on its' pure-hearted. ↗

— Toba Beta

#beauty #pure-hearted #beauty

I looked around me as if it were possible to collect together the heart I'd nearly spilled all over the grass. ↗

— Christina Lauren

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i'd rather be beautiful on thee inside where it is never seen by the world but always seen by the one true living God ↗

— Samone Sherrell

#god #inspirational #beauty

Tremendous beauty and tremendous ugliness puts you on the outside of things. ↗

— Peter Bogdanovich

#dorothy-swenson #irony #outsider #beauty

Shortly thereafter, some friends encouraged me to try out for the Miss South Carolina World beauty pageant. To my surprise, I won - and was sent to New York City to compete nationally. ↗

— Donna Rice

#carolina #city #compete #encouraged #friends

To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful.. This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking ↗

— Agnes de Mille

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Each in His Own Tongue A fire mist and a planet, A crystal and a cell, A jellyfish and a saurian, And caves where the cave men dwell; Then a sense of law and beauty, And a face turned from the clod — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, The infinite, tender sky, The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields, And the wild geese sailing high; And all over upland and lowland The charm of the goldenrod — Some of us call it Autumn, And others call it God. Like tides on a crescent sea beach, When the moon is new and thin, Into our hearts high yearnings Come welling and surging in; Come from the mystic ocean, Whose rim no foot has trod — Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God. A picket frozen on duty, A mother starved for her brood, Socrates drinking the hemlock, And Jesus on the rood; And millions who, humble and nameless, The straight, hard pathway plod — Some call it Consecration, And others call it God. ↗

— William Herbert Carruth

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This boy," he said, indicating the paintings with one sweep of his arms, "was romantic. He thought that it was beauty that bound everything together. And for him it was true. Life had been beautiful for him. He was very young. He knew very little of life. He saw beauty but he did not feel any true passion. How could he? He did not know. He had not really encountered the force of beauty's opposite." "Are you more cynical now, then?" she asked him. "Cynical," he frowned, "No, not that. I know that there is an ugly side of life-and not just human life. I know that everything is not simply beautiful. I am not a romantic as this boy was. But I am not a cynic either. There is something enduring in all of life, Anne, something tough. Something. Something terribly weak yet incredibly powerful... ↗

— Mary Balogh

#cynic #life #romantic #ugly #beauty

All pulchritude is relative... We ought not believe that the banks of the ocean are really deformed, because they have not the form or a regular bulwark; nor that the mountains are out of shape, because they are not exact pyramids or cones; nor that the stars are unskillfully placed, because they are not all situated at uniform distance. These are not natural irregularities, but with respect to our fancies only; nor are they incommodious to the true uses of life and the designs of man’s being on earth. ↗

— Sir Richard Bentley

#nature #beauty