Quotes About Beauty

I hate the moon—I am afraid of it—for when it shines on certain scenes familiar and loved it sometimes makes them unfamiliar and hideous. It

despaired of any rest or contentment in a world grown too busy for beauty and too shrewd for dreams

Kuranes no era moderno, y no pensaba como los demás escritores. Mientras ellos se esforzaban en despojar la vida de sus bordados ropajes del mito y mostrar con desnuda fealdad lo repugnante que es la realidad, Kuranes buscaba tan sólo la belleza. Y cuando no conseguía revelar la verdad y la experiencia, la buscaba en la fantasía y la ilusión, en cuyo mismo umbral la descubría entre los brumosos recuerdos de los cuentos y los sueños de niñez.

In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.

and the grey turned to roseal light edged with gold.

Ma più meravigliosa dei racconti dei vecchi e dei libri, è la voce segreta dell'oceano. Blu, verde, grigio, bianco o nero; calmo, arruffato o tempestoso, l'oceano non è mai in silenzio. (La nave bianca)

And in the twilight, as the stars came out one by one and the moon cast on the marsh a radiance like that which a child sees quivering on the floor as he is rocked to sleep at evening, there walked into the lethal quicksands a very old man in tattered purple, crowned with withered vine-leaves and gazing ahead as if upon the golden domes of a fair city where dreams are understood. That night something of youth and beauty died in the elder world.

Whilst they strove to strip from life its embroidered robes of myth, and to shew in naked ugliness the foul thing that is reality, Kuranes sought for beauty alone.

mejor era vislumbrar un instante el cielo y perecer, que vivir sin haber contemplado jamás el día.

And I would tell myself that the realm beyond the wall was not more lasting merely, but more lovely and radiant as well.

when learning stripped earth of her mantle of beauty

Besides, there was a strangely calming element of cosmic beauty in the hypnotic landscape through which we climbed and plunged fantastically. Time had lost itself in the labyrinths behind, and around us stretched only the flowering waves of faery and the recaptured loveliness of vanished centuries...

Kuranes was not modern, and did not think like others who wrote. Whilst they strove to strip from life its embroidered robes of myth, and to shew in naked ugliness the foul thing that is reality, Kuranes sought for beauty alone.1 When truth and experience failed to reveal it, he sought it in fancy and illusion, and found it on his very doorstep, amid the nebulous memories of childhood tales and dreams.

summed up his principle of poetic composition this way: "Lotus flowers come out of limpid water, / Natural without any decoration.

His being had rested full of adoration for the glory which unifies all distances in such beauty and sorrow that one no longer wishes for anything–in unconquerable adversity, in unquenchable longing he felt that life had nevertheless been worth while living.

Fegurðin og mannlífið eru tveir elskendur sem fá ekki að hittast.

The source of the greatest song is sympathy. Sympathy with Asta Sollilja on earth.

Where the glacier meets the sky, the land ceases to be earthly, and the earth becomes one with the heavens; no sorrows live there anymore, and therefore joy is not necessary; beauty alone reigns there, beyond all demands.

But whoever thinks that beauty is something he can enjoy exclusively for himself just by abandoning other people and closing his eyes to the human life of which he is part—he is not the friend of beauty. He who doesn't fight every day of his life to the last breath against the representatives of evil, against the living images of evil who rule Sviðinsvík—he blasphemes by taking the word beauty into his mouth.

En þeir sem voru snemma á fótum morguninn eftir urðu þeirrar huggunar aðnjótandi að sjá Pétur Pálsson ríða heim af fjalli, að vísu aðþreingdan nokkuð, ákaflega moldugan, hattlausan, tannlausan, og loníettulausan, en þó óneitanlega í tiltölulega ómyrtu ásigkomulagi.

On olemassa kasvoja, joilla on valtaa ihmisen ylitse siihen saakka, kun hän jonakin kauniina päivänä loppuu.

Tomorrow, I will continue to be. But you will have to be very attentive to see me. I will be a flower, or a leaf. I will be in these forms and I will say hello to you. If you are attentive enough, you will recognize me, and you may greet me. I will be very happy.

But you're beautiful, and the beautiful should be given whatever they want. Hey, what about the ugly ones? The ugly ones. She poked her tongue out. It's their fault if their ugly. They're to be blamed, not pitied.

I was falling in love with myself. Not that beauty, or life itself, means much if you're in a room on your own. Heaven is other people.