It doesn't matter if the glass is half full or half empty. I am gonna drink it through this crazy straw.
Ruefully admitting we can neither remain children nor all become artists still less saints and mystics, we turn back, regretfully, but massively, to the time-ridden world.
This is the most beautiful piece of advice I can offer. I you don't have what you want now, you don't have what you want.
Love is the most beautiful thing that can happen to someone. No one can explain that feeling and desires engrossing a person preparing to give their heart to someone.
The human being is not a fallen being in need of redemption but rather a forgetful being who must be reminded of God and his own nature.
This is why some relationships look so beautiful and some look so tragic — beauty belongs to the thoughtful; tragedy to the neglectful.
You see, it is our pain that connects us to all of the most beautiful parts of life. Love is such a marvelous pain.
And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.
Legionary life is beautiful, not because of riches, partying or the acquisition of luxury, but because of the noble comradeship which binds all Legionaries in a sacred brotherhood of struggle.
We are not just a skin-encapsulated ego, a soul encased in flesh. We are each other and we are the world.
For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.
I travel to be replenished with beauty, for travel makes the beauty of this world seem like a Christmas that never ends.
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 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.
