Quotes About Beauty

There is money to be made in the market place, but under the cherry tree there is rest.

Of all man's works of art, a cathedral is greatest. A vast and majestic tree is greater than that.

Every man has a different idea of what's beautiful, and it's best to take the gesture, the shadow of the branch, and let the mind create the tree.

My feet are like gnarled old tree branches.

They took all the trees and put them in a tree museum.

To those whom the tree, the birds, the wildflowers represent only "locked-up dollars" have never known or really seen these things.

Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?

I love trees I have this thing for trees and the colors & changing of leaves. I love it I respect these kinds of things.

I was raised by the song Of the murmuring grove And loving I learned Among Flowers.

Human beings grew up in forests; we have a natural affinity for them. How lovely a tree is, straining toward the sky.

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.

I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all.

In trees, I see expression and soul

A pear tree is blooming, by a collapsed house, on an old battlefield.

There is something so perfect about the mountains and the lake and the trees... sometimes I want to tear it all to pieces.

A comely sight indeed it is to see, a world of blossoms on an apple tree.

Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood. I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.

I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.

But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness - the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.

The flowers of the apple are perhaps the most beautiful of any tree's, so copious and so delicious to both sight and scent.

Look at the flowers-for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.

The stars are golden fruit upon a tree all out of reach.

"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it."

People don't remember each tree in a park but all of us benefit from the trees. And in a way, artists are like trees in a park.