Quotes About Beauty

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.

I don't want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.

Female creatures owned the world, Howard thought. The earth itself was female. The shop was female. The females knew everything of beauty and desolation—he

The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.

ojos grandes y una mirada grande de esos ojos y una pestaña que se desnuda con una penetrante luz abierta. (¡Ah,

Coronel defendía también su preferencia por las feas diciendo que cuánta belleza debía haber en una mujer fea, cuando, a pesar de ser fea nos atraía,

Tenía una suave morenez, la piel del rostro muy tersa y tierna, que invitaba a ser besada, y los ojos negros muy luminosos—"la noche hecha luz

like a delicate butterfly to us, who, carefree and exhilarated, fluttered right into the lamp of life, scorching her fine wings. uns jedoch ein zarter Schmetterling, der, sorglos beschwingt, an der Leuchte des Lebens seine feinen Flügel vor der Zeit verflattert und versengt hat

All I wanted was to connect my moods with those of Paris. Beauty paints and when it painted most, I shot.

At the sight of the Neckar slopes wreathed with flowering cherry trees, I had a strong sense of having come home. What a beautiful country it was, and eminently worth our blood and our lives. Never before had I felt its charm so clearly. I had good and serious thoughts, and for the first time I sensed that this war was more than just a great adventure. p. 33

Der Mensch der keine Zeit hat, und das ist eines unserer Kennzeichen, kann schwerlich Glück haben. Notwendig verschliessen sich ihm grosse Quellen und Mächte wie die Muse, des Glaubens, der Schönheit in Kunst und Natur. Damit entgeht ihm die Krönung, der Segen der Arbeit, der in Nicht-Arbeit, und die Ergänzung, der Sinn des Wissens, der im Nicht-Wissen liegt.

Alle Ziele sind vergänglich, nur die Bewegung ist ewig, und sie bringt unaufhörlich herrliche und unbarmherzige Schauspiele hervor. Sich in ihre erhabene Zwecklosigkeit versenken zu können wie in ein Kunstwerk oder wie in den gestirnten Himmel, das ist nur wenigen vergönnt.

Er schien uns männliche Tat, ein fröhliches Schützengefecht auf blumigen, blutbetauten Wiesen.

Es un espectáculo como sólo en las grandes ocasiones lo ofrece la Naturaleza: en una tempestad, en un huracán o en un incendio — uno puede estar contemplándolo sin notar que pasa el tiempo.

Deep is the hatred that the vulgar soul feels against beauty.

Profonde est la haine qui brûle contre la beauté dans les cœurs abjects.

Con los rostros nos pasa como con los cuadros: aunque a menudo nos gusten a primera vista, sólo mucho más tarde reconocemos las leyes de su composición.

It is easier to go into the battle in the midst of such beauties of nature than when surrounded by a dead and cold winter landscape. Somehow, it comes to one quite simply that one's existence is part of an eternal circuit, and that the death of a single individual is no great matter.

Toutes ces filles lui paraissaient d'étranges fleurs, artificieuses, s'appliquant à attirer par une débauche de parfums et de couleurs des essaims d'insectes féconds.

Aspettava da se stessa il sovrumano e dalla vita l'infinito. Ciò dava uno splendore di conquista ai suoi occhi, la forza al suo corpo fragile e finemente modellato, la bellezza ai suoi lineamenti rigidi. Ma ciò la rendeva vuota e fredda fino alla durezza, suscettibile fino alla punta delle dita e, come tutti gli orgogliosi, indifesa come un bambino nel profondo del suo cuore

Les lèvres d'une femme m'émeuvent quand elles s'approchent, nues, pour un baiser, elles se déshabillent entièrement, du haut des mots jusqu'en bas.

Sul corno insanguinato del vincitore si posarono le farfalle bianche. Una di loro ci restò per sempre, per generazioni di farfalle, petalo a sbattere nel vento sopra il re dei camosci nelle stagioni da aprile a novembre.

Era così bellissima vicina, le labbra appena aperte. Mi commuovono quelle di una donna, nude quando si accostano a baciare, si spogliano di tutto, dalle parole, in giù. "Chiudi questi benedetti occhi di pesce" "Ma non posso. Se tu vedessi quello che vedo io, non li potresti chiudere" "Da dove ti spuntano questi complimenti, piccolo giovanotto?" "Che complimenti ? Dico quello che vedo".

One of the charms of Africa, is the long settled periods of pure unclouded sky, in which the sun rises and sets with no flaming splashes of vivid colours, but by gentle, imperceptible gradations of pure light, waning or waxing.