Quotes About Beauty

My father, who was a cabinetmaker, told me, 'Wood has a grain and if you go into the grain, you have beauty. If you go against it, you have splinters - it breaks.' And I took that as my view of life. You have to follow the grain - to be sensitive to the direction of life.

One time, somebody said I look just like Evan Rachel Wood but hotter.

A piece of sculpture has to be more than a block of wood.

I have always loved wood. Every piece is different. It gets better with age and it has a certain character all of its own.

For a boy of ten, used to the coal bings and rust-coloured burns of Cowdenbeath, the fields and woodland of Kingswood, with its overgrown but stately avenue of copper-barked sequoias, felt like a local version of paradise.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

The truth is that I am in love with Dublin. I think it is the most beautiful town that I have ever seen, mountains at the back and the sea in front, and long roads winding through decaying suburbs and beautiful woods.

I love the fact that we are surrounded by this spectacular natural beauty that routinely strikes us dead. Hikers walk off into the woods and are never seen again. And still we tug on our fleece and skip off into the wilderness, not a care in the world.

Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons.

Woods are rich with biodiversity and, above all, places of trees and light that spangles a thousand greens through the leaves.

People who work in factories or in the woods or maybe a dairy farm - for years, I've been fascinated with people like that. No pretensions. They just live their lives. I found them beautiful. They were all I seemed to be interested in writing about.

Tree roots hold river banks together and stop the wind blowing soil away, there are many creatures that live in woods and they provide a sense of well-being and look nice.

Being in the woods at night is a beautiful thing.

Though the redwoods in Muir Woods are hauntingly beautiful trees, they are relatively small and not very tall, at least for redwoods.

I have always felt that the best gardens aspired to coppice and that the best woods have all the elements of the very best gardens.

A part of me looks at life from a dismal perspective, not unlike Woody Allen and Larry David. But I don't want to look at life like that. It's bad enough that I have to think it. What works for me is writing against that view. There is God, there is love, there is greatness, there is a plan, and there is beauty.

The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool.

People tend not to use this word beauty because it's not intellectual - but there has to be an overlap between beauty and intellect.

Beauty is the disinterested one, without which the ancient world refused to understand itself, a word which both imperceptibly and yet unmistakably has bid farewell to our new world, a world of interests, leaving it to its own avarice and sadness.

For the beautiful word begets the beautiful deed.

I've always thought of fat as just a descriptive word.

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.