#beauty

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #beauty




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


Van Morrison


#different #every #performance

My father always taught by telling stories about his experiences. His lessons were about morality and art and what insects and birds and human beings had in common. He told me what it meant to be a man and to be a Black man. He taught me about love and responsibility, about beauty, and how to make gumbo.


Walter Mosley


#always #art #be a man #beauty #beings

Lila can't be a model until she's at least 21. She is already a mini-me - it is scary. She already has her own beauty kit.


Kate Moss


#beauty #her #kit #least #model

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 always say beauty is only sin deep.


Hector Hugh Munro


#beauty #deep #i #i always #only

Maybe, life is a kind of waking dream. Maybe, it's a double-dream with a false awakening. Maybe, the dream only becomes lucid and truly luminous given the fuller perspective of life after one's own wake. Maybe, the pictures never stop. Doesn't the existence of dreams and higher consciousness during the years of blackouts of a lifetime, whether longer or shorter, give us a valid premise to hope that another highly spiritual state may await our passing?


David B. Lentz


#dreams #luminous-dreams #beauty

She told them simply and directly that the meadow was a place of peace and beauty, where indeed if one came to it in a quiet manner, the animals would not be disturbed; for there are lovely birds, and squirrels and field mice, and sometimes deer.


Kathryn Lasky


#beauty

Beauty is not only a terrible thing, it is also a mysterious thing. There God and the Devil strive for mastery, and the battleground is the heart of men.


Fyodor Dostoyevsky


#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