Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.
I have discovered that many of the things I thought were priceless are as cheap as costume jewelry, and much of what I labeled worthless was, all the time, filled with the kind of beauty that directly nourishes my soul. . . Now I think that the vast majority of us "normal" people spend our lives trashing our treasures and treasuring our trash. We bustle around trying to create the impression that we are hip, imperturbable, omniscient, in perfect control, when in fact we are awkward and scared and bewildered.
real beauty is never vain.
I decided to write [Collateral Beauty] on my own which made it the first spec script I wrote in 11 years.
The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it. [a predisposition to notice the beautiful, in everything. ]
Beyond the beauty, the sex, the titillation, the surface, there is a human being. And that has to emerge.
That's the beauty of art--we strive for perfection but never achieve it. The journey is everything.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.
Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.
Beyond its practical aspects, gardening - be it of the soil or soul - can lead us on a philosophical and spiritual exploration that is nothing less than a journey into the depths of our own sacredness and the sacredness of all beings. After all, there must be something more mystical beyond the garden gate, something that satisfies the soul's attraction to beauty, peace, solace, and celebration.
Could beauty be beaten out, O youth the cities have sent to strike at each other's strength, it is you who have kept her alight.
Beauty is the adjustment of all parts proportionately so that one cannot add or subtract or change without impairing the harmony of the whole.
Beauty, to me is about being comfortable in your own skin.
Men, gay or straight, can get beauty and lewdness into one image. Women are forever softening, censoring, politicizing. ?
Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride, friendship without envy, or beauty without vanity?
Everything in this life is only a glimpse of the real thing. Love, beauty, pleasure, even pain in its true essence is only in the next.
An appearance of delicacy, and even fragility, is almost essential to beauty.
Most of us have lost that sense of unity of biosphere and humanity which would bind and reassure us all with an affirmation of beauty. Most of us do not today believe that whatever the ups and down of detail within our limited experience, the larger whole is primarily beautiful.
We don't consider ourselves equal opportunity anythings, because that's not - you know, that's the beauty of fake journalism. We don't have to - we travel in fake ethics.