Quotes About Beauty

He looked just perfect to play Dorian Gray in a film version of Oscar Wilde's novel. Young, graceful, and indecently fresh and handsome, he could easily have worn a badge that said READY FOR DEBAUCHERY!

I get the same buzz cleaning up the yard as Leo Tolstoy did from scything hay.

ANTON LOVED PRAGUE. In fact, he simply couldn't understand how it was possible not to. There were some cities that confused you and suffocated you from the first, and there were some whose charm slowly and imperceptibly fascinated you.

Estaba pálida, no se había depilado, jamás se hubiera exhibido de esa forma si me amara; nunca unas piernas me habían hecho sentir tan solo.

Surely life has taught you that a thing can be both beautiful and vile.

It was a sort of peace I have rarely enjoyed since. As if we were the only two souls on earth—all of nature ours to enjoy. I wondered why a creator who had dreamt such beauty would have slandered it with such evil. Such grief. Why He had not been content to leave it unspoilt. I still wonder.

Captivated by youth and beauty, and that appearance of good humour which youth and beauty generally give

Un viaggiatore americano ha scritto: "Italy is the land of human nature".

Milano: ha i muri sporchi e le strade intasate, ma vale la pena. - Milán: tiene las paredes sucias y las calles abarrotadas, pero vale la pena.

When man penetrates the mysteries of Nature, the "facts of Nature" become transparent symbols, revealing the "divine energies" and the "angelic" state which fallen man has lost, and which he may recover only for a moment, as when he is enraptured by the beauty of music or of a lovely face. At such moments man forgets his limited self, his individualistic dream, and participates in the cosmic dream, thus becoming freed from the prison of his own carnal soul.

Being a theomorphic creature, man is himself a work of art. The human soul when purified and dressed in the garment of spiritual virtues is itself the highest kind of beauty in this world, reflecting directly the Divine Beauty.

Traditional art extended itself to the whole of life and left an imprint of beauty upon the everyday existence of human beings rather than being concerned only with paintings that we put in museums and at best visit a few Sundays each year.

Beauty is at once a royal path to God and an impediment to reaching God if it is taken as a god in itself.

I lowered my gaze from the sky to the trees and caught sight of the cast-off skin of a cicada falling to the ground. I'd heard somewhere that cicadas only had a lifespan of a few weeks. Their precious, short life was spent braving the heat of summer, single-mindedly calling out for a mate, then, when they finally stopped singing, they slipped from that tree that had been their home and returned to the ground. They leave behind the only home they've ever known and die.

Beyond thorns are blooming meadows, beyond grief are smiles. Numb is the world, but why must you be? Anchor feet on the shore of melodies, in dance, all stress shall release

Hearts dance once again when the canvas of ice is painted with the brush of skates

How beautiful is the experience of dance, for it melts the grief of a heart with its steps of solace

Sands of time pause, for a glimpse of moments dyed with the color of dance

She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze

Smiles bloom when you feel the summer breeze, the rush and pause of heartbeats, and the cool grass caressing dancing feet

Transcend the terrestrial, surpass the celestial, from nature's hands when you receive the sublime pleasures of dance

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

the ultimate point of creative visualization — to make every moment of our lives a moment of wondrous creation, in which we are just naturally choosing the best, the most beautiful, the most fulfilling lives we can imagine. . . .

The truth about this earth is that it is an infinitely good, beautiful, nourishing place to be. The only "evil" comes from a lack of understanding of this truth. Evil (ignorance) is like a shadow — it has no real substance of its own; it is simply a lack of light.