Quotes About Beauty

Sadece yukar? ve yukar? bakt?m; orada ???k vard?, orada ev vard?, orada sen vard?n, oras? benim dünyamd?.

Bu karanl?k ne kadar korkunç, ne kadar sars?c?, ama yine de ne kadar esrarl? ve güzeldi! Bütün bu iç içegeçen uÄŸultular? ve çaÄŸr?lar?, bütün bu h???rt?lar? ve ç?t?rt?lar? hayvanlar m?, insanlar m? ç?kart?yordu, yoksa rüzgar?n hayal gibi elinin marifeti miydi?

Art, nothing but art! Art was given us that we might not be slain by truth.

What a mercy, I thought, that the crippled, the maimed, those whom Fate has cheated, at least in sleep have no knowledge of the shapeliness or unshapeliness of their bodies, that there at least that kindly deceiver, the dream, reveals their form to them as a thing of beauty and symmetry, that at least in the nebulous world of slumber the sufferer can escape the curse to which he is physically chained!

the beauty of the creative gesture is wild, unwilling and painful.

She was at that crucial age when a women begins to regret having stayed faithful to a husband she never really loved, when the glowing sunset colors of her beauty offer her one last, urgent choice between maternal and feminine love. At such a moment a life that seemed to have chosen its course long ago is questioned once again, for the last time the magic compass needle of the will hovers between final resignation and the hope of erotic experience.

Ci sono fiori che crescono anche sotto la neve, nelle crepe delle rovine, nelle grotte e nei deserti, e dove nessun uomo li vedrà mai.

To me, flowers are happiness.

Life beats down and crushes the soul, but art reminds you that you have one.

There were so few clouds in the sky that when the sun went down it found no canvas on which to paint its picture.

That sea - that mother of a million summers, Who bore, with melody, a million springs, Shall sing for my enchantment...

Trees, skies, valleys mountains, seen through the rain-spotted windshield, were like a distorted, stippled landscape painted by a beginner who has not yet learned to wring living colour from his palette.

The sun was like a word written between the sea and the sky, a word that was swallowed up by the sea before any man had time to read it.

To-night the swinging stars shall plumb The silence of the sky.

She glanced upwards for a second at the soft blue vault of the midsummer night sky. Not a cloud misted its solemn depths. Tomorrow would be a beautiful day.

Richard had realized, not that Elfine was beautiful, but that he loved Elfine. (Young men frequently need this fact pointing out to them, as Flora knew by observing the antics of her friends.)

Daisies opened in sly lust to the sun-rays and rain-spears, and eft-flies, locked in a blind embrace, spun radiantly through the glutinous light to their ordained death.

His young man's limbs, sleek in their dark male pride, seemed to disdain the covering offered them by the brief shorts and striped jersey. His body might have been naked, like his full, muscled throat, which rose, round and proud as the male organ of a flower, from the neck of his sweater.

Some people believe that an attractive woman cannot stop men falling in love with her; but she can. If she really, in her deepest heart, does not want it, neither will they.

Marie Laurencin.

You need what I call the Gentle Powers.' 'Oh, please tell me what they are!' 'Beauty, and Time, and the Past and Pity (their names sound like a band of angels, don't they?) Laughter, too – you need calming and lifting into the light, not plunging into darkness and struggle.' She

Es gibt nichts Frühlingshafteres als rostbraunschwarze Bahnhofsanlagen vor knospenden Bäumen, beschienen von praller Sonne. Die Menschen sind noch hellgesichtig, weißhalsig und bleicharmig und gleißen im Licht.

Über den schon leuchtend grünen Wiesenhügeln stand die volle Nachmittagssonne. Die Bäume schlugen so kräftig aus, daß man geradezu ausweichen mußte.

Es kränkt mich etwas, wie selbstverständlich der Spätsommer leuchtet, auch ohne daß ich guter Laune bin.