I don't take good pictures 'cause I have the kind of beauty that moves.
Lord Bacon makes beauty to consist of grace and motion.
I was pirouette and flourish, I was filigree and flame. How could I count my blessings when I didn't know their names?
She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.
[Writing] is almost like those boats that sit really low in the water; they look kind of ugly. And then you get one of them up to 80 miles an hour and the hull comes up, and it's a beautiful thing. I'm okay with that for myself.
Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.
