"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness." - John Keats
"We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting." – Kahlil Gibran
“I love
people who don’t try to be anything else other than what they are. Part of what
I do, do not deal with being theatrical and changing identities quite a lot.
And I love people who just don’t invest in any of that — people who are
effortless in being themselves. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks.
Not in what they say. Just in what they are
because beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the marrows of the bone itself. Beauty can be found in consoling, in disturbing, in sacredness, and profanity; it can be exhilarating, appealing, inspiring, and chilling. It can affect us in an unlimited variety of ways. Yet it is never viewed with indifference: beauty demands to be noticed; it speaks to us directly like the voice of an intimate friend.
If there are people who are indifferent to beauty, then it is surely because they do not perceive it. Therefore judge nothing by the appearance because the more beautiful the serpent, the more fatal its sting. It certainly is a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Haven’t we heard often that we should never judge a book by the cover? So it is with beauty too!
because beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the marrows of the bone itself. Beauty can be found in consoling, in disturbing, in sacredness, and profanity; it can be exhilarating, appealing, inspiring, and chilling. It can affect us in an unlimited variety of ways. Yet it is never viewed with indifference: beauty demands to be noticed; it speaks to us directly like the voice of an intimate friend.
If there are people who are indifferent to beauty, then it is surely because they do not perceive it. Therefore judge nothing by the appearance because the more beautiful the serpent, the more fatal its sting. It certainly is a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Haven’t we heard often that we should never judge a book by the cover? So it is with beauty too!
The beauty
of our real beauty is that though we live and travel the world over to find the
beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. The bitter truth is that
sometimes our hearts are so drunk with a beauty that our eyes could never see
the real beauty eluding us. To me beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her
own face in a perfect mirror and believes that which is striking and beautiful
is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful. I don't like
standard beauty – for there is no beauty without any goodness in it. Isn’t it
amazing to see some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty
- they merely move it from their faces into their hearts where it dwells all
the time. It is as if in every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers
to the vibrations of beauty. The fact is no one can take credit for beauty at
sixteen when the mind is immature and lack wisdom and rarely do we see this at
such tender age, but if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your soul's own
doing. The beautiful things of the earth do become dearer as they elude
pursuit. That’s how I perceive the magnificence of real beauty.
The best and
most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must
be felt with the heart. Taking joy in living is the best beauty that I have
ever conceptualized in mortals. Sometimes the object which was so beautiful
under certain conditions will turn ugly under different circumstances. People
seem to be a ‘thing of beauty’ is like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and
shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in; their true beauty is
revealed only if there is a light from within. It is a precarious trace that
eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us, like a
manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well. Often it seems to me to
be an evil flower of nothingness, or else the cry of the world as it dies, or a
desperate, sumptuous prayer.
At time it
can become terrible and an awful thing! It is terrible because it has not been
fathomed, for God sets us nothing but riddles. Here the boundaries meet and all
contradictions exist side by side. It is again nothing but the beginning of
terror which we are barely able to endure and are awed because it serenely
disdains to annihilate us. Each single angel of beauty sometimes becomes terrifying
why? Because beauty itself soon fades, like when a woman has beauty and nothing
else, well, it's like putting all the goods in the shop window, isn't it? And
the moment she loses her good looks--poor creature! what is she? Just a mere
bit of faded useless finery to be thrown aside. Beauty soon grows familiar in
the eyes of the beholder and fades in his eye, and palls upon the senses. Like
most people we do tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty;
we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted
emotions or a damaged mind. Therefore physical beauty definitely never lasts!
No guarantee whatsoever!
Though there
abounds beauty around us in many forms, beautiful lips, beautiful eyes and what
not, I rarely do see great beauty and great virtue dwell together. When these
two, the beauty and virtue are seen together I deem it to be a gift of God in
God's own handwriting - a wayside sacrament, a shadow of God on the universe.
If you get to see a simple beauty and nothing else, you get about the best
things of God creations of love.
Therefore
friends, sometimes, very quietly and graciously, you can inspire other people
by showing them that there’s a different way and many perceptions of beauty and
bring about a colossal change in the hearts of many. You may not be feeling it
inside, but if you display it like you mean it, then it can give permission to
be kind to all and embrace our individuality as a beautiful YOU to others.
That’s the way I want to see beauty in you all.” ~ Anthony Sunny Kunneth
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