beautiful

Flowers bloom in the tranquility of love with a beautiful desire for the well-being of the earth.

You are prettier than you can imagine.

All love began with a tingling in the heart and a beautiful small smile.

I love and enjoy every moment. Is there anything more beautiful that I could do with that moment?

You are beautiful, not only because of your beauty, because of who you are.

You are a valuable instrument in the orchestration of your own world, and the overall harmony of the universe. Always be in command of your music. Only you can control and shape its tone. If life throws you a few bad notes or vibrations, don't let them interrupt or alter your song.

Life is like a snowflake__ransient, translucent, adventurous, ephemeral, and beautiful.

This moment is the most important and beautiful moment of your life. Live it, love it, and enjoy it!

We encountered beautiful souls on the travel path.

One day blacks and whites will come together like the keys of a piano, and be as beautiful as the it makes

God's creation is absolute amazing.He is the great God of wonders.

Love is like morning dew. It is always beautiful and fresh.

God writes love and speaks poetry.

Over the drop, a luminous pond lay below them like a pale magic lantern. It was as if the moon had plummeted into the water and smashed open. Engulfed in darkness, with only a scatter of stars above, the place felt like a bright secret _ something ancient and precious.

Nature is nature.

A flock of small birds took off from the wall of the fort. They moved like a length of dark silk caught by the breeze as they headed out to sea. Behind them, the sky was the colour of forget-me-nots. The sun blazed.

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?

Standing there small among the boxes of Kandy Kakes that rose like brownish cartoon cliffs around him, he resembled the videos I'd seen of sea lions floating angelically among the kelp, black bodies filmed from below, their shapes cut out in bright sunlight, bodies mistakable for those of a human being. I felt the memory of a shadowy arm around me, a watcher again, sitting there on the couch with my boyfriend, watching the animals become prey. Somewhere there were giant whales feeding on creatures too small to see, pressing them against fronds of baleen with a tongue the size of a sedan. There were polar bears killing seals, tearing ovoid chunks from out of their smooth, round bellies. In the surrounding vastness of the warehouse, I heard something scratching against the concrete floor and knew there were rats here, scraping a thin film of nutrient from the dry packaged matter that surrounded them. Life was everywhere, inescapable, imperative.