Warriors are poets and poems and all the loveliness here…

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever;It's loveliness increase;it will never pass into nothingness;but still will keep a bower quiet for us,and…

— John Keats

Outward beauty is a true sign of inner goodness. This loveliness, indeed, is impressed upon the body in varying degrees as a token by…

— Baldassare Castiglione

Love loves unto purity. Love has ever in view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds. Therefore all that is not beautiful in…

— George MacDonald

you can't kill love. you can't even kill it with hate. you can kill in-love, and loving, and even loveliness. you can kill them…

— Gregory David Roberts

Which are the people who have influenced us most? Not the ones who thought they did, but those who had not the remotest notion…

— Oswald Chambers

“There is a certain loveliness, I think, to performing deep cleaning in one’s underwear on a beautiful summer day.”

— Agnostic Zetetic

Happiness, Loveliness, Loneliness, Badness, Pains, Sadism, That's Life

— Hourbebe

That holy, humble, meek, modest, retiring Form, sometimes called the Spirit of Prayer, has been dragged from the closet, and so rudely handled by…

— Asahel Nettleton

There is a loveliness to life that does not fade. Even in the terrors of the night, there is a tendency toward grace that…

— Robert Goolrick

“Just when normal life felt almost possible--when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (prismatic spray of light through an icicle;…

— David Wroblewski

God's wrath is not an implacable, blind rage. However emotional it may be, it is an entirely reasonable and willed response to offenses against…

— D. A. Carson

And the flavor of Pippa's kiss--bittersweet and strange--stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the…

— Donna Tartt

So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the…

— Bayard Taylor

There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide often between…

— Mary Webb

He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions…

— Oscar Wilde