Quotes About Beauty

Men had sought beauty in many forms—in sequences of sound, in lines upon paper, in surfaces of stone, in the movements of the human body, in colours ranged through space. All these media still survived in Diaspar and down the ages others had been added to them. No one was yet certain if all the possibilities of art had been discovered, or if it had any meaning outside the mind of Man. And the same was true of love.

Odafenn szépen, sorban kialudtak a csillagok.

They were, perhaps, as contented as any race the world had known, and after their fashion they were happy. They spent their long lives amid beauty that had never been surpassed, for the labour of millions of centuries had been dedicated to the glory of Diaspar.

La primera existencia era un precioso don que jamás se volvía a repetir. Era maravilloso contemplar la vida por primera vez, como en la frescura de la aurora.

Cuando la belleza es universal pierde su poder de conmovernos, y sólo su falta logra producir algún efecto emocional.

But for goodness sake, Frank— forget you're an engineer, and simply enjoy the view.

Week by week, month by month, it slowly faded, though even when it moved back into the daylight sky it was still easy to find if one knew exactly where to look. And at night for years it was often the brightest of the stars. Mirissa saw it one last time, just before her eyesight failed.

Allá lejos estaban las montañas, donde moraban el poder y la belleza, donde el trueno sonaba alegremente por encima de los hielos y el aire era claro y penetrante. Allá, cuando la Tierra ya estaba envuelta en sombras, brillaba todavía el sol, transfigurando las cimas. Y ellos sólo podían observar y maravillarse. Nunca escalarían esas alturas.

Para todos os outros olhos, Saturno sempre havia mostrado todo o seu disco iluminado, inteiramente virado para o Sol. Agora ele era um arco delicado, com os anéis formando uma linha fina que o cortava - como uma flecha prestes a ser disparada, na face do próprio Sol. Também na linha dos anéis estava a estrela brilhante de Titã, e às fagulhas mais fracas das outras luas.

How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!

There's a light in a woman's eyes that speaks louder than words.

Do you know, Watson, said he, that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there.

To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the countryside, which bore so clearly the mark of the waning year, Yellow leaves carpeted the lanes and fluttered down upon us as we passed, The rattle of our wheels died away as we drove through drifts of rotting vegetation--sad gifts, as it seemed to me, for Nature to throw before the carriage of the returning heir of the Baskervilles.

To the man who loves art for its own sake, it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived.

You have brought detection as near an exact science as it ever will be brought in this world." My companion flushed up with pleasure at my words, and the earnest way in which I uttered them. I had already observed that he was as sensitive to flattery on the score of his art as any girl could be of her beauty.

A fine thought in fine language is a most precious jewel, and should not be hid away, but be exposed for use and ornament.

A strong wind sang sadly as it bent the trees in front of the Hall. A half moon shone through the dark, flying clouds on to the wild and empty moor.

She was as good as she was beautiful and as intelligent as she was good.

What, indeed? It is art for art's sake, Watson.

In certi momenti gli occhi di una donna si riempiono di una luce assai più eloquente di un fiume di parole.

In every garden grows one single rose so perfect that once the frost takes it, no other can grow there again. My rose is and will ever be my Edilyn. And I shall never stop mourning her. Illarion's Tattoo

Erin, you are not nothing. You are the most beautiful person I have ever known. V'Aidan

What's it really like to always be the prettiest person in a room? Dos it mean you're always acting as if in a play, because no one stops looking at you?' 'Life is a play, isn't it?

The effect of knowing one looks one's best is enormously bracing.