Beautiful Quotes

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.

Look deeper through the telescope
and do not be afraid when the stars
collide towards the darkness,
because sometimes the most beautiful
things begin in chaos.

And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?

My life, will be a beautiful adventure, with or without you in it.

The wrong man can't see your value so, in his mind, it's worth the risk. The Right Man, on the other hand, understands perfectly just how beautiful and rare a good woman's love is. He will never take you for granted. It's just not worth the risk to him.

Don't waste a second of your life being critical of yourself because its just not worth it. You're beautiful!

You know, it really doesn’t matter what the media write as long as you’ve got a young, and beautiful, piece of ass.

I think the only difference between me and the other candidates is that I’m more honest and my women are more beautiful.

The only card [Hillary Clinton] has is the woman’s card. She’s got nothing else to offer and frankly, if Hillary Clinton were a man, I don’t think she’d get 5 percent of the vote. The only thing she’s got going is the woman’s card, and the beautiful thing is, women don’t like her.

She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. 'Time' for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.

Love doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn’t have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn’t have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third day.

It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirt.

It just has to be.

I was an adventurer, but she was not an adventuress. She was a 'wanderess.' Thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences - whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her.

Destiny is real. And she's not mild-mannered. She will come around and hit you in the face and knock you over and before you know what hit you, you're naked- stripped of everything you thought you knew and everything you thought you didn't know- and there you are! A bloody nose, bruises all over you, and naked. And it's the most beautiful thing.

When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs. She always knew the way. Her feet were little wings. And her beautiful head was a compass.

Better to illuminate than merely to shine to deliver to others contemplated truths than merely to contemplate.

That casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that had still not ended half a century later.

She called herself Europa, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.