#beauty

I like the beauty of Faulkner's poetry. But I don't like his themes, not at all. ↗

— Manuel Puig

#faulkner #his #i #like #poetry

Celibacy is not just a matter of not having sex. It is a way of admiring a person for their humanity, maybe even for their beauty. ↗

— Timothy Radcliffe

#beauty #celibacy #even #having #humanity

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword. ↗

— John Ray

#power #smile #sword

One of the things that people don't realize is that that natural beauty, those recreational forests, they have an economic development impact for the state as well. ↗

— Ed Rendell

#development #economic #economic development #forests #impact

The pain passes, but the beauty remains. ↗

— Auguste Renoir

#pain #passes #remains

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

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