Quotes About Beauty

Perhaps I feel about you as the artist does about the scene over which his soul has brooded with love: he would tremble to see it confided to other hands; he would never believe that it could bear for another all the meaning and the beauty it bears for him.

What could two men, so different from each other, see in this brown patch, as Mary called hereself? It was certainly not her plainness that attracted them (and let all plain young ladies be warned against the dangerous encouragement given them by Society to confinde in their want of beauty)

Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture under the influence of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm majestic statues, or Beethoven symphonies, all bring with them the consciousness that they are mere waves and ripples in an unfathomable ocean of love and beauty; our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression to silence, our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

He did not shrug his shoulders; and for want of that muscular outlet he thought the more irritably of beautiful lips kissing holy skulls and other emptinesses ecclesiastically enshrined.

Plainness has its peculiar temptations and vices quite as much as beauty; it is apt either to feign amiability, or not feigning it, to show all the repulsiveness of discontent.

I have often felt since I have been in Rome that most of our lives would look much uglier and more bungling than the pictures, if they could be put on the wall." Dorothea

What could two men, so different from each other, see in this "brown patch," as Mary called herself? It was certainly not her plainness that attracted them (and let all plain young ladies be warned against the dangerous encouragement given them by Society to confide in their want of beauty).

That is one reason why I did not like the pictures here, dear uncle–which you think me stupid about. I used to come from the village with all that dirt and coarse ugliness like a pain within me, and the simpering pictures in the drawing-room seemed to me like a wicked attempt to find delight in what is false

There, now, father, you won't work in it till it's all easy, said Eppie, and you and me can mark out the beds, and make holes and plant the roots. It'll be a deal livelier at the Stone-pits when we've got some flowers, for I always think the flowers can see us and know what we're talking about. And I'll have a bit o' rosemary, and bergamot, and thyme, because they're so sweet-smelling; but there's no lavender only in the gentlefolks' gardens, I think.

O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray! Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.

in a paradise with sweet laughs for bird-notes, and blue eyes for a heaven.

Quando vemos uma mulher perfeita, não pensamos nos seus atributos - estamos simplesmente conscientes da sua presença.

If I don't like a man's looks, depend upon it I shall never like HIM. I don't want to know people that look ugly and disagreeable, any more than I want to taste dishes that look disagreeable.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

yet to all who love human faces best for what they tell of human experience, Nancy's beauty has a heightened interest. Often the soul is ripened into fuller goodness while age has spread an ugly film, so that mere glances can never divine the preciousness of the fruit.

Plainness has its peculiar temptations and vices quite as much as beauty;

so much that seems to me a consecration of ugliness rather than beauty.

No one thinks of your appearance, you are so sensible and useful, Mary. Beauty is of very little consequence in reality

our lives would look much uglier and more bungling than the pictures, if they could be put on the wall.

The rain is quite over now. I told Mr Brooke not to call for me: I would rather walk the five miles. I shall strike across Halsell Common, and see the gleams on the wet grass. I like that.

Surely the golden hours are turning gray And dance no more, and vainly strive to run: I see their white locks streaming in the wind— Each face is haggard as it looks at me, Slow turning in the constant clasping round Storm-driven.

Es doloroso oír decir que algo es muy hermoso y no ser capaz de apreciarlo... como la ceguera cuando otras personas hablan del color del cielo. - Hay muchas cosas en la apreciación del arte que dependen de gustos adquiridos (...). El arte es un lenguaje muy antiguo con muchos estilos artificiosos y a veces el principal placer que se obtiene surge del hecho mismo de reconocerlos (p.230).

It is for art to present images of a lovelier order than the actual, gently winning the affections, and so determining the taste.

What is your religion?" said Dorothea. "I mean—not what you know about religion, but the belief that helps you most?" "To love what is good and beautiful when I see it," said Will.