Maybe anything could become the most beautiful thing in the world if you gave in fully, let it take you over, let it be all you had.
The mathematician’s patterns, like the painter’s or the poet’s must be beautiful; the ideas like the colours or the words, must fit together in a harmonious way. Beauty is the first test: there is no permanent place in the world for ugly mathem...
The physical union of a man and a woman, in essence, is a supernatural act, a reminiscence of paradise, the most beautiful of all the hymns of praise dedicated to the Creator by the creature; it is the alpha and the omega of all creation.
They are friends because they are both beautiful specimens of maledom." "Beautiful specimens of maledom?" "That's right. And there are very few of those species in existence presently, so they need to stick together in order to survive.
Beauty everywhere and in everything. Beauty hides sometimes; it is invisible sometimes, like the air we breathe. But it is there if you look hard enough and want to find it.
In a valley betwixt two hills there I stood perfectly still. In this stance I did find the most beautiful secrets of my mind
Beauty that pleases the eye is a frail, fleeting illusion. But that beauty capable of pleasing the heart can endure endlessly.
Sex was lovely. Sex was sublime. Sex was flesh and cock and suck and fuck and come. This night sex was starlight. Sex was oxygen. Sex was us, and we were beautiful, beautiful and perfect in each other's arms.
Enough about my beauty," Buttercup said. "Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I've got a mind, Westley. Talk about that.
I do feel like I have important, beautiful things to say about the world, I just can't think of them at this particular instant.
There's not enough wrong with it to leave and there's just enough wrong with it to stay," Matthew later told me. "Fight to change it.
Mom's smiles were the most beautiful thing in the world, and they almost always made things better. They almost even made an early bedtime okay, but not quite.
Maybe the Good Friday story is about how God would rather die than be in our sin-accounting business anymore.
He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he made wreaths of leaves and strung them around his neck.
Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-
The adult were once young. The young have not yet attained adulthood.The young must learn to appreciate the wisdom of elderly people and learn from their life experiences.
Every child born into the world has a divine mission to fulfill. As the child grows into adulthood, he or she must act to fulfill the divine mission.
You can actually overcome all the limitations of life and achieve your dreams, if you don't give up too early.
You have to first dream and take the first action towards realising the dream, then all other resources will be attracted to you for the achievement of the dream.
Why do men create suffering for others and fight over material wealth? Naked we come into the world, naked will go out of the world.
But compassion isn't about solutions. It's about giving all the love that you've got.
