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“It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.”
― Mark Twain

“For me,
you are fresh water
that falls from trees
when it has stopped raining. For me,
you are cinnamon that lingers
on the tongue and gives
bitter words
sweetening.
For me, you are the scent of
violins and vision
of valleys
smiling.
And still,
for me, your loveliness never ends.
It traverses
the world
and finds its
way back to me.
Only
me.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I haven’t written you a poem in years it seems.
How can it be my fault
when the words to describe you have not yet been created?
When the alphabet lacks the very letters?
How can it be my fault
when your loveliness only grows
by the time I reach for pen and paper?
Tell me how I am at fault
when I am only a beginner in poems
and you are exquisite poetry?
To write you in words
is to put a veil upon you.
Why must I write
when I can kiss you instead?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Not lovelier. But a different kind of loveliness. There are so many kinds of loveliness.”
― L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

“Loveliness of the spirit is worth more than loveliness of the flesh.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“So loveliness reigned and stillness, and together made the shape of loveliness itself, a form from which life had parted; solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“When beauty lives in the heart, it doesn’t need to show up anywhere else.”
― Steve Goodier, Joy Along the Way : 60 second readings that make the trip worthwhile

“How she can be innocent even if she has no intention of harming me; her sweetness and loveliness is the main source of all my pains and sufferings.”
― M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry

“My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness.”
― Michelangelo Buonarroti

“He embraces all things that are lovely: he seals up the sum of all loveliness. Things that shine as single stars with a particular glory, all meet in Christ as a glorious constellation. Col. 1:19, "It pleased the Father that in him should all fullness dwell." Cast your eyes among all created beings, survey the universe: you will observe strength in one, beauty in a second, faithfulness in a third, wisdom in a fourth; but you shall find none excelling in them all as Christ does. Bread has one quality, water another, raiment another, medicine another; but none has them all in itself as Christ does. He is bread to the hungry, water to the thirsty, a garment to the naked, healing to the wounded; and whatever a soul can desire is found in him, 1 Cor. 1:30”
― John Flavel

“Whatever else she might be, she was not disagreeable. She was not coldly clever and indirectly satirical, but adorably simple and full of feeling. She was an angel beguiled. It would be a unique delight to wait and watch for the melodious fragments in which her heart and soul came forth so directly and ingenuously.”
― George Eliot, Middlemarch

“Not pretty exactly, but gleaming with the loveliness of youth.”
― Juliet Blackwell, Secondhand Spirits

“The state of mind above which my distraction floats like fog is suddenly perfectly clear, though the right word for it is less immediately available. Grief is too sharp and immediate; maybe it’s the high pitch of the vowel sound, or the monosyllabic impact of the word, as quick a jab as knife or cut.
Sadness is too ephemeral, somehow; it sounds like something that comes and goes, a response to an immediate cause which will pass in a little while as another cause arises to generate a different feeling.
Mourning isn’t bad, but there’s something a little archaic about it. I think of widows keening, striking themselves- dark-swathed years, a closeting of self away from the world, turned inward toward an interior dark.
Sorrow feels right , for now. Sorrow seems large and inhabitable, an interior season whose vaulted sky’s a suitable match for the gray and white tumult arched over these headlands. A sorrow is not to be gotten over or moved through in quite the way that sadness is, yet sorrow is also not as frozen and monochromatic as mourning. Sadness exists inside my sorrow, but it’s not as large as sorrow’s realm. This sorrow is capacious; there’s room inside it for the everyday, for going about the workaday stuff of life. And for loveliness, for whatever we’re to be given by the daily walk.”
― Mark Doty, Heaven's Coast: A Memoir

“You will come to the same region of happiness: be received by the same mighty, universal Parent, no doubt, dear Jane.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“There was no denying it. Boys grabbed him. Their loveliness tore him apart. The world was a wonder after all.”
― Paul Russell, The Coming Storm

“For instance, there was the word loneliness and the word loveliness. In English, one mere letter apart, and in her handwriting, the words looked almost identical, certainly related. This she found consoling, and sometimes even true.”
― Seré Prince Halverson, All the Winters After

“Sweetheart, let’s stop here and gaze at what we have. What we’ve created with all our time and emotions, that we invested in each other. And then feel its loveliness, in our skin and to our very bones.”
― Nitya Prakash

“When we begin a deeper journey into earth care, sometimes we are struck by the breadth of ruin, even ugliness, that it is our challenge to recover and redeem.

While it is very necessary to acknowledge the true problems that call on our creative solutions, a continual focus on the difficulties can damage our own souls over time. Putting into place a daily or weekly practice of 'looking for the lovely thing,' can help sustain us and keep us creative—for, it is in a spirit of gratitude, hope and creativity that we can maintain our energy and continue to craft better and better solutions together.”
― L.L. Barkat, Earth to Poetry: A 30-Days, 30-Poems Earth, Self, and Other Care Challenge

“You can sit down and think of everything a woman ought to be - even write it out, if you choose, and when you get through you'll discover that you've written an accurate description of Judith Sylvester. Sometimes I wonder whether she's merely human, like the rest of us, or a saint temporarily come to earth to make us think better of a world that has her in it.”
― Myrtle Reed, A Weaver Of Dreams

“My eyes bloom as I meet a silk as smooth as water. It shines like a pool of opals. The connection is tender and romantic, like how the feeling of summer swelled up within Romeo when he first laid eyes on Juliet. She was beautiful, as fair as their beloved Verona. And here, this dress reminds me of all the loveliness of Luna Island.
It's hand dyed soft colors--- blush and blue, lilac and lemon--- like a sunset sky above island waters. A blue sash cinches the waist, and the bow in the back fans out into multiple ribbons, each one a color featured on the dress. Labyrinthine embroidery coils into rose-like shapes, and ruffled sleeves remind me of cream puff shells.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea