Quotes About Beauty

Beauty is the promise of happiness . . .

Women only wear beautiful clothes so that men will want to remove them.

Intelligence and effort can be no compensation for ugliness.

This new part of my life wasn't a woman who would seem attractive straight-on in a passport photograph. She had no conventional beauty, her features were not exquisitely proportioned and her face was a bit chubby. But she was lovely because the round face with the straight dyed-blonde hair, which fell over her forehead and into her eyes, was open. Her face was constantly in motion, and this was the source of her beauty.

Everything that is, must appear, and nothing can appear without a shape of its own; hence there is in fact no thing that does not in some way transcend its functional use, and its transcendence, its beauty or ugliness, is identical with appearing publicly and being seen. By the same token, namely, in its sheer worldly existence, every thing also transcends the sphere of pure instrumentality once it is completed.

Seuls ceux qui sont amoureux de la sagesse auraient envie de penser. Cela revient à une tautologie décevante. Pour être apte à penser, il faudrait aimer la beauté et la justice et donc avoir une âme bonne. Le monde serait divisé en bons et en méchants sans qu'on sache pourquoi. Cette division, c'est exactement ce que nous ne cherchions pas. Dès lors il faut reprendre l'analyse.

What seems paradoxical about everything that is justly called beautiful is the fact that it appears

A soft noise from the woman on the bed pulled him free of his thoughts. Even as he straightened up to look at her face, her eyes opened. Cathal drew his breath in so sharply he nearly choked. Her eyes were the most beautiful eyes he had ever gazed into. They were an enticing mixture of blue and green, the color growing more dramatic as the haze of unconciousness fled. As

My God, my God May there be no end To the sea, to the sand, The splash of the water, The glow of the sky, The prayer of man

In the mountains one involuntarily hears the query: Where shall I send you? And the answer, Send me to serve the beautiful and good!

La mariposa disecada se convierte en una mamariposa disesecada la mamariposa disesecada se convierte en una granmamariposa grandisesecada

I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.

The good and the beautiful is not forgotten; it lives in legend and in song.

Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether.

At leve er ikke nok. Solskin, frihed og en lille blomst må man ha

They sat close to each other, and he told her a story about her eyes. They were beautiful dark lakes in which her thoughts swam about like mermaids. And her forehead was a snowy mountain, grand and shining. These were lovely stories.

Donc, il faudra que je meure et flotte comme écume sur la mer et n'entende jamais plus la musique des vagues, ne voit plus les fleurs ravissantes et le rouge soleil. Ne puis-je rien faire pour gagner une vie éternelle?

the heart that one can see clearly, for the most essential things are invisible

Yes, it is wonderful to be alive! Indeed, the Bottle inwardly sang of all this, as do young poets, who frequently also know nothing about the things of which they sing. From The Bottle Neck

and she put a wreath of white lilies round her hair, but every petal of the flowers was half a pearl;

The Ugly Duckling The classic story by Hans Christian

The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.

And Kay and Gerda looked in each other's eyes, and all at once they understood the old hymn: "The rose in the valley is blooming so sweet, And angels descend there the children to greet." There sat the two grown-up persons; grown-up, and yet children; children at least in heart; and it was summer-time; summer, glorious summer!

Behind each petal of the rose he had a tiny bedroom. Oh, how fragrant his rooms were, and how bright and transparent the walls, for they were the beautiful pale pink petals of the rose! All day long the little elf rejoiced in the warm sunshine as he flew from flower to flower or danced on the wings of the fluttering butterflies...