Quotes About Beauty

Long, beautiful, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen... I adore hair!

Great designers seldom make great advertising men, because they get overcome by the beauty of the picture - and forget that merchandise must be sold.

The human perception of this energy first begins with a heightened sensitivity to beauty.

The things that we preceive as beautiful may be different, but the actual characteristics we ascribe to beautiful objects are similar. Think about it. When something strikes us as beautiful, it displays more presence and sharpness of shape and vividness of color, doesn't it? It stands out. It shines. It seems almost iridescent compared to the dullness of other objects less attractive.

Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls.

Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and slow, Down the pane they are crookedly crawling, And the wind breathes low; Slowly the circles widen on the river, Widen and mingle, one and all; Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver, Struck by an icy rain-drop's fall.

The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.

There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer.

And what is so rare as a day in June?Then, if ever, come perfect days.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

I wish i could press snowflakes in a book like flowers.

A nothing day full of wild beauty .... Little fish stream by, a river in water.

Look now. It will never be more fascinating.

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Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come.

But who can paint like Nature? Can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers?

Statues and pictures and verse may be grand,But they are not the Life for which they stand.

I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, such beauty, such magnificence?

Beautiful things don't ask for attention.

morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable.

It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we find beautiful, we quiver before it.

For if disaster and oblivion have followed this painting down through time—so too has love.

and among the many, many things I've had time to think about (such as what's worth living for? what's worth dying for? what's completely foolish to pursue?) I've been thinking a lot about what Hobie said: about those images that strike the heart and set it blooming like a flower, images that open up some much, much larger beauty that you can spend your whole life looking for and never find.

She was breathing hard, and deep circles of red burned high on her bright cheeks; in all my life I had never seen anyone so maddeningly beautiful as she was at that moment.