Quotes About Beauty

This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verde ramas. Green I love you green. Green Wind. Green branches.

What if you have seen it before, ten thousand times over? An apple tree in full blossom is like a message, sent fresh from heaven to earth, of purity and beauty.

No town can fail of beauty, though its walks were gutters and its houses hovels, if venerable trees make magnificent colonnades along its streets.

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.

Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat.

I am a morning person...I love waking up, walking & reveling In the beauty of all the flowers and trees....while chugging a 5th of vodka!!! It could happen.

I was self-conscious of what I would call my "tree-trunk legs" because they are very muscular... but now I've learned to love them.

The most beautiful thing about a tree is what you do with it after you cut it down.

The other day, when my 4-year-old saw a flowering tree and said, "Daddy, it's raining petals," that was poetry that just melted my heart into a mushy, yummy Fudgsicle.

Look for a tree stump in the woods. Compare it to love.

Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

What does one plant who plants a tree? One plants the friend of sun and sky; One plants the flag of breezes free; The shaft of beauty towering high.

The superfluous blossoms on a fruit tree are meant to symbolize the large way God loves to do pleasant things.

Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth

Interspersed in lawn and opening glades, Thin trees arise that shun each others' shades.

Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon

There are moments where the mighty death feels itself desperate too! To see the trees growing in solid rocks is one of these moments!

In every village marked with little spire, Embowered in trees, and hardly known to fame.

Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know, Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?

Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.

The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.