Quotes About Beauty

L'amour est une plante de printemps qui parfume tout de son espoir, même les ruines où il s'accroche.

Dietro le Tuileries, il cielo si tingeva di ardesia, gli alberi del giardino formavano due masse enormi, violacee in alto. Si accendevano i lampioni a gas, e la Senna, verdastra in tutta la sua estensione, si lacerava in un marezzo d'argento contro i pilastri del ponte.

Posseïa aquella bellesa indefinible que resulta de la joia, de l'entusiasme, de l'èxit, i que no és sinó una conjunció harmoniosa de les circumstàncies i del temperament.

Az a kötelességünk, hogy ráérezzünk arra, ami magasrend?, imádjuk azt, ami szép, nem pedig hogy elfogadjunk minden társadalmi konvenciót azzal a sok gyalázatos dologgal együtt, amit ránk kényszerítenek.

Ah, ancora disse Rodolphe. Sempre i doveri; sono stufo di quelle parole. Eccoli lì: un mucchio di vecchi buoni a nulla, rinvoltati nella flanella, e di bigotte con lo scaldino e il rosario, che ci cantano eternamente nelle orecchie: Il dovere! Il dovere!. Eh, perbacco! Il dovere significa sentire ciò che è grande, amare ciò che è bello, e non accettare tutte le convenzioni della società con le ignominie che c'impone.

Elle ne se doutait point que l'amour, disparu de sa vie, palpitait là, près d'elle, sous cette chemise de grosse toile, dans ce cÅ"ur d'adolescent ouvert aux émanations de sa beauté.

Accustomed to the peaceful, she turned in reaction to the picturesque. She loved the sea only for its storms, green foliage only when it was scattered amid ruins.

You must not think that feeling is everything. Art is nothing without form.

En resumen, la primera injusticia ha sido practicada por la Literatura, que no se preocupa por la Estética, la cual no es más que una justicia superior.

Emma tried to find out what one meant exactly in life by the words felicity, passion, rapture, that had seemed to her so beautiful in books.

Jao onome tko nije poželio srdžbe iz tragedija, tko ne zna napamet ljubavne strofe da ih ponavlja na mjese?ni! Lijepo je živjeti tako u vje?itoj ljepoti, odijevati se poput kraljeva, gajiti strasti u njihovu najviše obliku, ljubiti ljubavlju koju je genij ovjekovje?io.

Il dovere! Il dovere, perbacco! Il dovere è di sentire ciò che è grande, di coltivare ciò che è bello, e non d'accettare tutte le convenzioni della società con gli obbrobri ch'essa c'impone. Perchè infierire contro le passioni? Non sono, forse, l'unica cosa bella al mondo, la sorgente dell'eroismo, della poesia, della musica, dell'arte, di ogni cosa, insomma?

Beauty is the object of all my efforts.

Jer sam smatrao da me moja samo?a ?ini lijepim, i da je moje srce utoliko šire ukoliko ga držim daleko od svega što zna?i ljudsku radost.

Oh, to blijedo zimsko sunce! Ono je žalosno kao uspomena na sre?u.

Et elle était ravissante à voir, avec son regard où tremblait une larme, comme l'eau d'un orage dans un calice bleu.

and the country is like a great unfolded mantle with a green velvet cape bordered with a fringe of silver.

I have an immoderate passion for water; for the sea, though so vast, so restless, so beyond one's comprehension; for rivers, beautiful, yet fugitive and elusive; but especially for marshes, teeming with all that mysterious life of the creatures that haunt them. A marsh is a whole world within a world, a different world, with a life of its own, with its own permanent denizens, its passing visitors, its voices, its sounds, its own strange mystery.

It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one's feet; the tiniest sounds carry a long way in the dry air; the blue sky is bright as a mirror, and the sun moves through space in icy brilliance, casting on the frozen world rays which bestow no warmth upon anything.

She was a sweet girl but not really pretty, a rough sketch of a woman with a little of everything in her, one of those silhouettes which artists draw in three strokes on the tablecloth in a café after dinner, between a glass of brandy and a cigarette. Nature sometimes turns out creatures like that.

She was simple, not being able to adorn herself, but she was unhappy, as one out of her class; for women belong to no caste, no race, their grace, their beauty and their charm serving them in place of birth and family. Their inborn finesse, their instinctive elegance, their suppleness of wit, are their only aristocracy, making some daughters of the people the equal of great ladies.

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

Everything I see reminds me that in a few days I shall no longer see it... It's horrible... I shall see nothing more... nothing of what exists... the smallest objects that we use... glasses... plates... beds where people sleep so comfortably... carriages. It's so lovely, going out in a carriage, in the evening... How much I enjoyed all that!

It was one of those feminine faces whose every line has its own particular charm, and seems to possess a meaning, whose every movement seems to reveal or to conceal something.