Quotes About Beauty

I refuse to consider Art a drain-pipe for passion, a kind of chamberpot, a slightly more elegant substitute for gossip and confidences. No, no! Genuine poetry is not the scum of the heart.

Art, like the Jewish God, wallows in sacrifices. So tear yourself to pieces, mortify your flesh, roll in ashes, smear yourself with filth and spittle, wrench out your heart! You will be alone, your feet will bleed, an infernal disgust will be with you throughout your pilgrimage, what gives joy to others will give none to you, what to them are but pinpricks will cut you to the quick, and you will be lost in the hurricane with only beauty's faint glow visible on the horizon.

Love, that marvelous thing which had hitherto been like a great rosy-plumaged bird soaring in the splendors of poetic skies, was at last within her grasp.

Ja volim jesen, to je žalosno godišnje doba kao stvoreno za uspomene. Kada stabla više nemaju liš?e, kada nebo zadržava još i u sutonu ri?u šaru koja pozla?uje uvelu travu, slatko je gledati gdje se gasi sve ono što je još nedavno gorjelo u vama.

one's duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and not accept all the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us

Ama l'arte; fra tutte le menzogne è ancora quella che mente di meno.

Those who were beginning to grow old had an air of youth, while there was something mature in the faces of the young.

She loved the sea only for the sake of its storms, and the green fields only when broken up by ruins.

This splendid vision dwelt in her memory as the most beautiful thing that it was possible to dream, so that now she strove to recall her sensation. That still lasted, however, but in a less exclusive fashion and with a deeper sweetness. Her soul, tortured by

Amad el arte. De todas las mentiras es la menos mentirosa.

It was not the first time that they had seen trees, a blue sky, meadows; that they had heard the water flowing and the wind blowing in the leaves; but, no doubt, they had never admired all this, as if Nature had not existed before, or had only begun to be beautiful since the gratification of their desires.

Human life is a sad show, undoubtedly; ugly, heavy and complex. Art has no other end, for people of feeling than to conjure away the burden and bitterness.

Casi siempre descansaban en un prado, con Deauville a la izquierda, Le Havre a la derecha y enfrente el mar abierto. Estaba reluciente de sol, liso como un espejo, tan manso que apenas se oía su murmullo; piaban, escondidos, los gorriones, y todo esto bajo la inmensa cúpula del cielo.

La tendresse des anciens jours leur revenait au coeur, abondante et silencieuse comme la rivière qui coulait, avec autant de mollesse qu'en apportait le parfum des seringas, et projetait dans leur souvenir des ombres plus démesurées et plus mélancoliques que celles des saules immobiles qui s'allongeaient sur l'herbe.

Las emociones extraordinarias producen las obras sublimes.

El camp semblava un enorme mantell desplegat amb un collaret de vellut verd enribetat amb un galó d'argent.

Van zee hield zij alleen vanwege de stormen, en van gras uitsluitend als het schaars opschoot tussen de ruïnes.

Emma grew thinner, her cheeks paler, her face longer. With her black hair, her large eyes, her aquiline nose, her birdlike walk, and always silent now, did she not seem to be passing through life scarcely touching it, and to bear on her brow the vague impress of some divine destiny? She was so sad and so calm, at once so gentle and so reserved, that near her one felt oneself seized by an icy charm, as we shudder in churches at the perfume of the flowers mingling with the cold of the marble.

Even now, what I love above all else, is form, provided it be beautiful, and nothing beyond it. Women whose hearts are too ardent and whose minds too exclusive do not understand this religion of beauty, beauty considered apart from emotion. They always demand a cause, an end, I admire tinsel as much as gold: indeed, the poetry of tinsel is even greater, because it is sadder.

Madame Bovary was nog nooit zo mooi geweest als nu; zij bezat de raadselachtige schoonheid die uit vreugde, geestdrift en succes voortspruit, een schoonheid die ontstaat wanneer de aard van het wezen harmonieert met de uiterlijke omstandigheden.

Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal.

n'aimait la mer qu'à cause de ses tempêtes, et

Emma, who had taken his arm, bent lightly against his shoulder, and she looked at the sun's disc shedding afar through the mist his pale splendour.

What is beautiful is moral, that is all, and nothing more