Quotes About Beauty

Any closer would unravel her mystery, the very thing which made her so truly beautiful...It was her mystery that he adored. He was in love with everything that he did not know about her... No real sexual encounter could ever match the secret one that he could nurture in his imagination... No living flesh could ever be the erotic equal of flesh kept private, untouchable and unknowable

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,Not so much honoring theeAs giving it a hope that thereIt could not wither'd be.But thou thereon didst only breathe,And sent'st it back to me;Since when it grows and smells, I swear,Not of itself, but thee.

Underneath this stone doth lieAs much beauty as could die;Which in life did harbor giveTo more virtue than doth live.

Give me a look, give me a face,That makes simplicity a grace;Robes loosely flowing, hair as free,Such sweet neglect more taketh meThan all the adulteries of art:They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

Sweet Swan of Avon!

In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.

Words borrowed of antiquity do lend a kind of majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes.

Whenever I walked across the Manhattan Bridge, I remembered myself as having crossed the Brooklyn Bridge. This is because you can see the latter from the former, and the latter is more beautiful. [...] But by the time I arrived in Brooklyn to meet Alex, I was starting to misremember crossing in the third person, as if I had somehow watched myself walking beneath the Brooklyn Bridge's Aeolian cables.

I find this less scandalous than beautiful: a kind of palimpsestic plagiarism that moves through bodies and time, a collective song with no single origin, or whose origin has been erased--the way a star, from our earthly perspective, is often survived by its own light.

Everything was totally normal and the countryside was gorgeous, and in a few days' time one would be going into an absolute charnel house.

The sun gets better at setting.

All women are beautiful; it's society who's ugly.

I imagine God creating humans was much like cavemen creating fire… First it sparkles brightly, full of life and beauty. But then it grows, stronger and fiercer until it becomes dangerous and uncontrollable… Then its creator can only stand on the hill and wait for his creation to die.

You can just drift unhappily towards this vision of heaven on earth, and ultimately that is what architecture is a vision of: Heaven on earth, at it's best.

But to hear Mozart in a bombed city: how much more beautiful it sounds, as if it were composed to somehow soothe the ruins, to promise a wiser future rising from the rubble.

Don't fear. You will always have something to struggle for, even if it is beauty or joy.

She moved in cadenzas of golden light. She floated on the wind of a royal serenity.

I held you in the square And felt the evening Re-order itself around Your smile.

It was not the goal that really concerned us, the journey was the thing. Who ever reaches any goal? From what journey can we return? We know of the poverty about us, of the work and worry, but we know of a degree of freedom, of a stunted beauty. We have warm open days and sunshine in Carolina. Much is denied us. But we have, we have. And an attitude is more powerful than any circumstance.

Who knows when a trenchant line becomes a human face?

You know what's fun? Christmas lights. They are twinkly an pretty and they make me happy, because they are twinkly and pretty.

That's death and life, you see. We all shine on. You just have to release your hearts, alert your senses, and pay attention. A leaf, a star, a song, a laugh. Notice all the little things, because somebody is reaching out to you. Qualcuno ti ama. Somebody loves you.

We all shine on in the moon and the stars and the sun.

On the horizon, he saw the full moon. God dropped it there, he was sure, as a reminder of our small place in the world. A reminder that what is beautiful is fleeting.