#beauty

It was all in my head and now all I had to do was figure out a way to get it down on paper. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#beauty

Show not what has been done, but what can be. How beautiful the world would be if there were a procedure for moving through labyrinths. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#labyrinths #possibilities #beauty

...when he looks at Beauty in the only way that Beauty can be seen - only then will it become possible for him to give birth not to images of virtue (because he's in touch with no images), but to true virtue [arete] (because he is in touch with true Beauty). The love of the gods belongs to anyone who has given to true virtue and nourished it, and if any human being could become immortal, it would be he. ↗

— Plato

#love #philosophy #truth #virtue #beauty

Idolatry is like love, but less idealized. Its icon is still beautiful, but only charisma makes it attractive enough to be worshipped. ↗

— Bauvard

#idolatry #love #beauty

I think the 1970s will always be the decade for me. Obviously, I grew up in that era, but the beauty standard was touchable, kissable. ↗

— Tom Ford

#beauty #decade #era #grew #i

I assure you; while I look like a ghost, I'm no spirit or demon. I'm nothing but a girl struggling to make her way in an intolerant world. I bleed, I love, and someday, I'll die. ↗

— Leanna Renee Hieber

#life-and-death #miss-percy-parker #outsider #strangely-beautiful #beauty

I'm so alive. As I stand facing the beauty of the never-ending Pacific Ocean, a late afternoon breeze blows down from the hills behind. As always, it is a beautiful day. The sun is making its final descent. The magic is about to begin. The skies are ready to burn with brilliance, as it turns from a soft blue to a bright orange. Looking towards the West, I stare in awe at the hypnotic power of the waves. A giant curl begins to take form, then breaks with a thundering clap as it crashes on the shore. ↗

— Dave Pelzer

#happiness #magic #optimism #seashore #beauty

Some would say it is madness to want a woman this way, but I think it must be love. Not the tepid, fickle love of which the poets sing—the love that forms or fades with kindness or cruelty. No, this love is something more divine—like the love of a god, both vengeful and benign. It is as constant as the sea. And as beautiful. As dangerous. As mysterious. She is the only woman to ever refuse me. And yet, I want… ↗

— Bettie Sharpe

#prince-charming #beauty

My brothers nodded their heads in unison. All of them but me. It wasn’t okay. I didn’t want her to leave. I didn’t care if Jesus wanted her or not. She was my mommy. He could take an old mommy. One that didn’t have little boys to take care of. ↗

— Jamie McGuire

#beauty

Once you go inside and weed through the muck, you will find the real beauty, the truth about yourself. ↗

— Lindsay Wagner

#beauty #find #go #inside #muck