Seeming cruelty can bring beauty. Pain purifies and leads to peace.
What kind of God creates a world where monsters thrive, beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
To be beautiful is to be almost dead.
There is ugliness in this world. Disarray. I choose to see the beauty.
The art never judges. I envy it. Life in two dimensions. Frozen in forever beauty. To watch the world go by unencumbered by the gossip and the pain of three-dimensional men.
Kind eyes can look on anything and find it beautiful.
I lived in hell. But there was beauty in it.
The beauty of life can spring forth from even the harshest of climates.
Some people see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I was taught to see the beauty. But I was taught a lie. And when I saw the world for what it really was, I realized how little beauty there was in it.
My brother has a weakness for beauty. He forgives it anything.
Jim, you seem like a nice guy, but this is not a city or a job for nice guys.
Beauty will redeem the world.
