Tell me something beautiful (can be a poem, quote, you choose..)?

This one's about as beautiful as it gets. It's a poem from George Russell called "To an unknown god."

FAR up the dim twilight fluttered
  Moth-wings of vapour and flame:
The lights danced over the mountains,
  Star after star they came.

The lights grew thicker unheeded,        
  For silent and still were we;
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty
  Our eyes could never see.
                       

For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.

Audrey Hepburn

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Audrey Hepburn

"Don't worry be happy feel good"- Larry Hagman from Dallas

"Too Much of a good thing is wonderful"- the great pianist Liberace.

Here you go love..

"Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling resonates;
I'm a believer that keeps walking to carve his memories into the world.

With dreams that no one else can ever have, I cast aside everything that I don't need.
No feelings of surrender reside inside my heart.

There is still a gap between my ideals and reality, even though the shackles of sacrifice anchored my feet from moving.
I can't suppress the passion of my heart.

"Lies", "fear", "emptiness", and "grief.” I'm not so weak that I'm
Gripped by all these kind of negativities. I'm a trickster who knows no solitude.

Flocks of buildings stab into the night sky in which the stars have faded;
I ask myself, "Aren't you lost?"

The city is smeared with overwhelming and bitter things.
It's not something unobtainable:
As the road guides us to the future, I must know what is to come.

Closing my eyes, I float in a sea of my own senses and envision it:
The day when my ideals are finally within my grasp.

It's accepted in this world that righteousness has it's limits; withering is foolishly similar.
Something that no one else has obtained: A crystallization dubbed "myself.”

Piercing through the simplicity, one day I will change my dreams into reality.
I want to continue to obstinately believe, as my faith is absolute truth.

Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling;
I'm a believer that keeps walking to carve his memories into the world."

-Alumina

How Do I Love Thee?

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.