Beauty is a word that fades with wrinkles
Beauty is the promise of happiness.
Beauty of expression is so akin to the voice of the sea.
Beauty is not just physical.
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
There is beauty when something works and it works intuitively.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
Paris is beautiful, but nothing beats home.
The good is the beautiful.
Love is a beautiful feeling.
She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit, he thought, unable to speak as he gazed upon her. Hers was the sort that would not fade or grow jaded with time and years, but flourish, grow more radiant with life and its experience. Hers was...
There is no one true church.
It's surreal to know my dreams are coming true.
Respect the masterpiece. It is true reverence to man. There is no quality so great, none so much needed now.
Nothing is yet in its true form.
If it's right and true, it's listened to and accommodated.
you are you when you are true
You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me." She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "But I don't want anything else in the world.
Quietly, Miss Alice was demonstrating this God of love and beauty too — in small ways and in large. For a few, the concept that life did not have to be all starkness and misery was slowly taking root. Tentatively, timidly – -constantly encouraged...
What do you want ?" It was a hard question, especially if I had to bat en down the sarcasm. I mean, there was the beauty pageant answer of world peace, although I’d probably have to render it in the beauty pageant spelling of world peas.
It's not the substance of what you make known to me that's beautiful; it's the opening of your heart. It is the 'yes' in your heart to be mine. The fact that you are revealing the secrets and letting me peer into your heart--that is in itself the bea...
