Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.
Howard Thurman, “Meditations of the Heart” (1953)
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Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.
Howard Thurman, “Meditations of the Heart” (1953)
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
George Elliot, Middlemarch (1874)
I wander’d off by myself, / In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, / Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
Walt Whitman, “When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer” in Leaves of Grass (1900)
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.
J.D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew” (1948)
But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime. Seen in the streets of cities, how great they are! If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Nature” (1836)