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Naming something beautiful made it so. I'd seen this in the way the church spoke of marriage as a sacred institution and in the one man plus one woman bumper stickers people sported on their vehicles. The same ones my father would hand to any customer passing through his dealership service department. Naming something ugly had a similar effect. The sound of my mother's vomiting the night she drove me home had taught me this lesson better than anything else ever had. I was gay, had been named as such, a fact that once ingested had to be immediately expelled.

Nature is nature.

Nature is powerful and beautiful, Nature is destructive and creative, Nature is amazing and wonderful, Nature is loving and graceful.

Nessa had never really felt truly beautiful before, but tonight she not only understood that she was beautiful, she understood that everyone was. That for all the competition and fear and knowing that the next runner was coming up behind you, she had been missing out on how beautiful life could be. She should have been watching and appreciating others instead of waiting inside herself for the right time to shine. The time was now.

Never believe the beautiful. Trust me on this.

Never forget that all these people are primarily a visual people. They are designers, window dressers, models, photographers, graphic artists. They design the windows at Saks. Do you understand? They are a visual people, and they value the eye, and their sins, as Saint Augustine said, are the sins of the eye. And being people who live on the surface of the eye, they cannot be expected to have minds or hearts. It sounds absurd but it’s that simple. Everything is beautiful here, and that is all it is: beautiful. Do not expect anything else, do not expect nourishment for anything but your eye—and you will handle it all beautifully. You will know exactly what you are dealing with.

Never look back. The past is done. The future is a blank canvas. Work on creating a masterpiece. Only you have the power to make your painting beautiful.

Never settle for an ordinary lover, never settle for less than you deserve, you are so worthy of being loved so passionately and madly. You deserve to be loved as whole with all your imperfections and flaws, you deserve someone who puts you first as if you were the only thing that matters, you deserve someone who will always choose to stay when you are on your lowest and you deserve someone who will always choose to love you even when you are not so lovable..

New York was always so beautiful in the very crux of parting with it.

Nieva sobre Edimburgo el 16 de abril de 1874. Un frío gélido azota la ciudad. Los viejos especulan que podría tratarse del día más frío de la historia. Diríase que el sol ha desaparecido para siempre. El viento es cortante; los copos de nieve son más ligeros que el aire. ¡Blanco! ¡Blanco! ¡Blanco! Explosión sorda. No se ve más que eso. Las casas parecen locomotoras de vapor, sus chimeneas desprenden un humo grisáceo que hace crepitar el cielo de acero. Las pequeñas callejuelas de Edimburgo se metamorfosean. Las fuentes se transforman en jarrones helados que sujetan ramilletes de hielo. El viejo río se ha disfrazado de lago de azúcar glaseado y se extiende hasta el mar. Las olas resuenan como cristales rotos. La escarcha cae cubriendo de lentejuelas a los gatos. Los árboles parecen grandes hadas que visten camisón blanco, estiran sus ramas, bostezan a la luna y observan cómo derrapan los coches de caballos sobre los adoquines. El frío es tan intenso que los pájaros se congelan en pleno vuelo antes de caer estrellados contra el suelo. El sonido que emiten al fallecer es dulce, a pesar de que se trata del ruido de la muerte. Es el día más frío de la historia. Y hoy es el día de mi nacimiento. […] Fuera nieva con auténtica ferocidad. La hiedra plateada trepa hasta esconderse bajo los tejados. Las rosas translúcidas se inclinan hacia las ventanas, sonrojando las avenidas, los gatos se transforman en gárgolas, con las garras afiladas. En el río, los peces se detienen con una mueca de sorpresa. Todo el mundo está encantado por la mano de un soplador de vidrio que congela la ciudad, expirando un frío que mordisquea las orejas. En escasos segundos, los pocos valientes que salen al exterior se encuentran paralizados, como si un dios cualquiera acabara de tomarles una foto. Los transeúntes, llevados por el impulso de su trote, se deslizan por el hielo a modo de baile. Son figuras hermosas, cada una en su estilo, ángeles retorcidos con bufandas suspendidas en el aire, bailarinas de caja de música en sus compases finales, perdiendo velocidad al ritmo de su ultimísimo suspiro. Por todas partes, paseantes congelados o en proceso de estarlo se quedan atrapados. Solo los relojes siguen haciendo batir el corazón de la ciudad como si nada ocurriera.

No beautiful face can have serious intellectual expression. ‘Beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid’, as accurately describes Oscar Wilde in his ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’. That is why you are unlikely to ever meet a beautiful intellectual woman; whenever she is beautiful, she is not so intellectual, and vice versa, when she is intellectual, she is not so beautiful.

No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful

No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.

No matter how beautiful a house is, without a solid foundation, it is all in vain.

No matter how beautiful a rose is it must still grow in dirt.

No matter how furious and wild a wave is, it will always be beautiful and captivating. The same goes for her.

No matter how hard your struggles to find a Beautiful World,since you have an unbridled mind to Travel,a pair of wings to fly.

No matter how much the woman is beautiful, she will lose her womanhood if she is dumb, arrogant or liar.

No matter who’s looking at you, love, honesty, and kindness will always make you beautiful!

No more things should be presumed to exist than are absolutely necessary

No one could have imagined a place like Havana, Cuba. It is absurdly contradictory, always arguing with itself over whether it is audacious or meek, heroic or stupid, beautiful or abhorrent.

Not a sound, but a sort of silence, a faint hum like the space between note and note in a song.

No one leaves this hidden treasure, Feeling the same way they came, They always refer their friends to this Gem, This island with a beautiful name, My beautiful “Bim”—Barbados

Not even a flower knows it's beauty.

Not every sketch needs to be colored in order to be beautiful.

Not for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like that, to be so beautiful that you don't even realize people are watching you, to be so confident that you don't even have to worry about being nervous or feeling self-conscious. I've spent my whole life trying to pretend I'm that way. What would it be like to have it just come naturally?

Not forever, Tessa thought. They had a long, long time. A lifetime. His lifetime. And she would lose him one day, as she had lost Will, and her heart would break, as it had broken before. And she would put herself back together and go on, because the memory of having had Jem would be better than never having had him at all.

Not quite sure how far she'd already fallen, she imagined loving him would feel like falling in love with darkness; frightening and consuming, yet utterly beautiful when the stars came out.

...notice all the many beautiful things, nature, your own soul, stuff other people do.... like help out, smile, create, dance...

Nothing has changed, except everything.

Not only does my world revolve around her, but she is my world. She's not just my reason for breathing, she's air itself. She's the meaning behind every one of my thoughts, every thrum of my pulse, every whisper of my conscience. She's my entire everything. It's as simple and as complex as that.

Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh’ beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?

Now I know I'm not broken, For the stars within my soul, Have just built constellations, To keep me feeling whole.

Of all the places I have been, your mind is the most beautiful place I have ever seen.

Now he told me again as I stared up into the night, the stars switching on, disintegrating the sky into glitter, a dark body slowly consumed with light.

Now mine eyes see the heart that once we did search for, and I fear this heart shall be mended, nevermore.

Observable Fact: I don’t believe in magic. Observable Fact: We are magic.

O God, help me to believe the truth about myself, no matter how beautiful it is.

Oh, darling, it’s true. Beautiful things have dents and scratches too.

On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It’s hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it’s beautiful.

Oh, magical summer time, It can make you happy or blue something that leaves one's heart reeling , Looking for that feeling every single day ...

On building homes for fallen angels: When I was small - I sought a home, a place to go and rest my bones. Then founded something, of my own, I lived among the restless stones. If seeking leads you back to evil, what good is that, I asked a weevil. He said a home is what you make, it can't be real, if it is fake... And if you wait instead of seek, will you find love, or something bleak? I know (myself) for I have found, a beauty, hidden – in a sound. Waiting is boring. And so is exploring. A smile is sometimes all it takes. And then your whole world simply breaks.

Oh yes! I have couple-goals too. I love to couple myself with- Books, Coffee and Mountains.

Old or young, light or dark, full or frail, every woman has qualities that make her beautiful.

O my Courageous Sister! You have to become the beacon of hope for all women around you and then for the whole society.

Once upon a long ago time I was a girl with hopeful halos in my eyes—not unlike you—not a typical beauty but beautiful nonetheless, as all young girls tend to be in their prime, even if they don’t tend to know it.

One call can change your mood,one call can solve some problems,one call can change you life,one call can brings back to your love,one call can comfort,one call can brings back trust.keep doing sudden calls..

One day, all your worries will set like the sun does and deserved happiness will come gushing like waves at the beach do. All you need to make sure is that your trips to beach never end.

One day when I ventured into the garden to regard its bloom, My eyes beheld on a bower a withered rose. When I inquired what had caused the blight, "My lips for a moment opened in a smile in this garden," it replied.

one day you will wake up, you will see with clear sight all that has held you back; you will feel lighter because you finally accept who you are. You will shine with flawless beauty because your happiness comes from the purity of your heart and one day I hope you realise all of this, before it's too late; because darling, if we spent our years nurturing the best of ourselves, heaven would be felt on earth.