Altogether beautiful in the power of its feeling. As beautiful as anything in Thoreau or Hemingway.
Most gay, conversational, careless, lovely city ... where one drinks golden Tokay until one feels most beautiful, and warm and loved - oh, Budapesth!
Without the emotion of the beautiful, the sublime, the mysterious, there is no art, no religion, no literature.
I think beauty is a feeling that you get after you've had an experience. It's the way you feel about it that is beautiful.
You should feel beautiful and you should feel safe. What you surround yourself with should bring you peace of mind and peace of spirit.
It's a beautiful feeling to be out on the ice, breathing in the cold air and hearing the blades hit the ice. It's kind of romantic.
When you really have the preparation time and things start taking the shape that they need, you have a beautiful feeling that comes from the hard work.
