Quotes About Beauty

The mountain nymph, sweet liberty.

A poet soaring in the high region of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!

The clearest way to the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has its glorious starry firmament for a roof. In such places, standing alone on the mountaintop, it is easy to realize that whatever special nests we make -- leaves and moss like the marmots and the birds, or tents or piled stone -- we all dwell in a house of one room -- the world with the firmament for its roof -- are all sailing the celestial spaces without leaving any track.

The forests of America, however slighted by man, must have been a great delight to God; for they were the best He ever planted.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.

In God's wildness lies the hope of the world—the great fresh unblighted, unredeemed wilderness.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

The world's big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I'll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can".

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

Everybody needs beauty...places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike.

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.

On no subject are our ideas more warped and pitiable than on death. ... Let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life, and that the grave has no victory, for it never fights.

Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.

Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind, but an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart!

No man who has seen a woman in Pleasure Silk, or watched her dance, or heard the sound of a belled ankle or watched a woman's hair, unbound, fall to her waist can long live without the possession of such a delicious creature.

May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.

When one flower blooms spring awakens everywhere