The ecstatic beauty and soulful grace of Rumi’s poetry inspires human hearts to believe in possibilities beyond the predictably fatal.
The ecstatic beauty and soulful grace of Rumi’s poetry inspires human hearts to believe in possibilities beyond the predictably fatal.
A man can define many things beautifully in his life, but his character is one beautiful thing that can define him instantly and completely.
Yet, even amidst the hatred and carnage, life is still worth living. It is possible for wonderful encounters and beautiful things to exist.
Because a woman's beauty does not belong to her alone. It is a part of the bounty she brings into the world. She has a duty to share it.
It’s an act of our will to choose to see people simply as wildly loved by God, to assume their beauty before guessing their depravity.
When I tell you that you’re beautiful, I don’t just mean your appearance. I mean all of you; who and what you are, is beautiful.
We wait, starving for moments of high magic to inspire us, but life is full of common enchantment waiting for our alchemists eyes to notice.
Truth of beauty not known by anyoneLike a dimple the truth is deep,Every one enjoys the beauty of bodyBut no one enjoys the beauty of nature
I never knew a woman could be fierce and beautiful and smart before I met you. Every time I see you I think of a hawk, beautiful and deadly.
Let happiness bloom. In the caring love,In the softness of your tender voice,In the nonjudgmental love,In the beauty and pureness of a smile.
Because—the line of beauty is the line of beauty. It doesn’t matter if it’s been through the Xerox machine a hundred times.
If they want me to have mysticism, okay, I’ve got it.I’m a mystic, but only in my body,My soul is simple and doesn’t think.
All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.
You have a dedication to life and truth that burns out of you as beauty and I envy it so much I want to be around it for the rest of my life.
He stared at her the way folks stare at a rainbow, taking in all that unexpected beauty, not wanting to look away in case it might disappear.