#beauty

Dans la femme parée, la Nature est présente, mais captive, modelée par une volonté humaine selon le désir de l'homme. ↗

— Simone de Beauvoir

#female-beauty #objectification-of-women #patriarchy #women #beauty

Every performance is different. That's the beauty of it. ↗

— Van Morrison

#different #every #performance

Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail. ↗

— Robert Motherwell

#beauty #dark #every #mist #out

I like to embrace natural beauty. I try to get at least 8 hours of sleep, drinking a lot of water and exercising. ↗

— Tia Mowry

#drinking #embrace #exercising #get #hours

There was a pretty young woman I used to see pegging out sheets and I worried that she would grow old there and that no one would know how beautiful she was. And maybe she would die without ever having really lived. ↗

— Sebastian Faulks

#death #beauty

And except on a certain kind of winter evening—six-thirty in the Seventies, say, already dark and bitter with a wind off the river, when I would be walking very fast toward a bus and would look in the bright windows of brownstones and see cooks working in clean kitchens and and imagine women lighting candles on the floor above and beautiful children being bathed on the floor above that—except on nights like those, I never felt poor; I had the feeling that if I needed money I could always get it. ↗

— Joan Didion

#new-york #nostalgia #beauty

Beauty doesn't die with the beholder; it moves on. Hiding in the shadows, afraid of the light, she flees to find another host, possessing the body like a demon in need of exorcising. ↗

— Jennifer Hudock

#demons #beauty

While the egg yolks cooled, he directed the beaters at the egg whites, setting the mixer on high speed that sent small bubbles giggling to the side of the bowl, where a few became many until they were a white froth rising up and then lying down again in patters and ridges, leaving an intricate design like the ribs of a leaf in the wake of the beaters ↗

— Erica Bauermeister

#cooking #creativity #food #beauty

Autumn in the Highlands would be brief—a glorious riot of color blazing red across the moors and gleaming every shade of gold in the forests of sheltered glens. Those achingly beautiful images would be painted again and again across the hills and in the shivering waters of the mountain tarns until the harsh winds of winter sent the last quaking leaf to its death on the frozen ground. ↗

— Elizabeth Stuart

#beauty

The gaps are the thing. The gaps are the spirit's one home, the altitudes and latitudes so dazzlingly spare and clean that the spirit can discover itself like a once-blind man unbound. The gaps are the clefts in the rock where you cower to see the back parts of God; they are fissures between mountains and cells the wind lances through, the icy narrowing fiords splitting the cliffs of mystery. Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock—more than a maple—universe. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#beauty #spirituality #universe #beauty