Quotes About Beauty

La belleza me sorprendió como una especie de dolorosa melancolía.

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Când Nobu a intrat în înc?pere, zâmbetul fermec?tor al lui Hatsumomo a înflorit, pân? când buzele ei pline au ajuns ca dou? uriaÈ™e pic?turi de sânge adunate la gura unei r?ni.

M? întrebam dac? b?rbaÈ›ii pot fi atât de orbiÈ›i de frumuseÈ›e încât s? fie dispuÈ™i s?-È™i petreac? viaÈ›a al?turi de un demon, cu condiÈ›ia s? fie un demon frumos.

Pumpkin was a girl who looked as if she could grow fat quickly, given the chance.

Es raro que nazca un cisne de un pájaro común. El cisne que sigue viviendo en el árbol de sus padres acaba muriendo; por eso quienes están dotados de belleza y de talentos llevan la carga de encontrar su propio camino.

Het is met je ziel als met je huid, hij wordt er van alle littekens niet mooier op, alleen dikker.

The two together-intellectual illumination and emotional catharsis-are the essence of the aesthetic experience. The first constitutes the moment of truth; the second provides the experience of beauty. The two are complementary aspects of an indivisible process-that 'earthing' process where 'the infinite is made to blend itself with the finite, to stand visible, as it were, attainable there' (Carlyle).

The superimposition of two systems: thought and metre,' wrote Proust, 'is a primary element of ordered complexity, that is to say, of beauty.

Man, remember, until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.

Willy: Remember those two beautiful elm trees out there? When I and Biff hung the swings between them? Linda: Yeah, like being a million miles from the city.

LINDA: To me you are. Slight pause. The handsomest. From the darkness is heard the laughter of a woman. Willy doesn't turn to it, but it continues through Linda's lines.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

Music is the melody whose text is the world.

Truth is no harlot who throws her arms round the neck of him who does not desire her; on the contrary, she is so coy a beauty that even the man who sacrifices everything to her can still not be certain of her favors.

Truth is most beautiful undraped.

No rose without a thorn. Yes, but many a thorn without a rose.

Truth is no prostitute, that throws herself away upon those who do not desire her; she is rather so coy a beauty that he who sacrifices everything to her cannot even then be sure of her favour.

life may be compared to a piece of embroidery, of which, during the first half of his time, a man gets a sight of the right side, and during the second half, of the wrong. The wrong side is not so pretty as the right, but it is more instructive; it shows the way in which the threads have been worked together

Life is never beautiful, but only the pictures of life are so in the transfiguring mirror of art or poetry; especially in youth, when we do not yet know it. Many a youth would receive great peace of mind if one could assist him to this knowledge.

Everything is beautiful only so long as it does not concern us.

I came across a wild flower, marveled at its beauty and at the perfection of all its parts, and exclaimed: 'But all this in you and in thousands like you blossoms and fades; it is not noticed by anyone and in fact is often not even seen by any one.' But the flower replied: 'You fool! Do you imagine I blossom in order to be seen? I blossom for my own sake because it pleases me, and not for the sake of others; my joy and delight consist in my being and in my blossoming.