Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Beauty



The plastic bag scene from American Beauty; music by Thomas Newman

It was one of those days, when it's a minute away from snowing, and there's this electricity in the air. You can almost hear it, right? And this bag was just dancing with me, like a little kid begging me to play with it, for fifteen minutes. That's the day I realized there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know, but it helps me remember. I need to remember. Sometimes there is so much... beauty... in the world, I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in.

Alan Ervin Ball [American Beauty, 1999]

Friday, December 23, 2016

Merry Christmas

Aurora from the International Space Station


Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old
Franz Kafka [Jewish-Bohemian writer, 1883-1924]

Merry Christmas!
Καλά Χριστούγεννα!

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

σπαρακτική ομορφιά

το χρώμα του άνθους / © I.A. Daglis

... και να γευτεί τη σπαρακτική ομορφιά της αλλαγής των εποχών τού χρόνου ...

Τζουνίτσιρο Τανιζάκι [Το εγκώμιο της σκιάς, 1933]

Saturday, October 16, 2010

έκσταση και ομορφιά της γλώσσας

Χειρόγραφα του Ντοστογιέφσκι, Μουσείο Ντοστογιέφκσι, Αγ. Πετρούπολη (Ρωσία)

Στον δρόμο για το σπίτι, είπα μέσα μου: δυστυχείς οι πτωχοί τω πνεύματι που δεν γνωρίζουν ούτε την έκσταση ούτε την ομορφιά της γλώσσας.


Muriel Barbery [Η κομψότητα του σκαντζόχοιρου, 2006]

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Youth and beauty

Youth / © I.A. Daglis

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty.
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Franz Kafka (Jewish-Bohemian writer, 1883-1924)

Friday, April 9, 2010

Beauty will save the world

The Heart Nebula, IC 1805

The prince says that the world will be saved by beauty! And I maintain that the reason he has such playful ideas is that he is in love.


Fyodor Dostoyevsky [The Idiot, 1868]