Quotes About Beauty

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

Are we, perhaps, here just for saying: House.Bridge, Fountain, Gate, Jug, Fruit tree, Window,—possibly: Pillar, Tower?

Beauty's nothingbut beginning of Terror we're still just able to bear,and why we adore it so is because it serenelydisdains to destroy us. Each single angel is terrible.

Yes, everything that is truly seen must become a poem.

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.

For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible.

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.

It isn't easy to accept that suffering can also be beautiful... it's difficult. It's something you can only understand if you dig deeply into yourself.

Love turns life into a blooming paradise.

Within each of us is a spark of the Divine. Breathtaking regions of beauty, unimaginable vistas of sights and sounds, infinite wisdom, and all-embracing love invite us within. The Light of the Divine glows continually.

We look too much to museums. The sun coming up in the morning is enough.

Springtime and I wish I knew you

While we still have a chance, let us learn to respect the beauty of the beasts.

God loves an idle rainbow, no less than laboring seas.

Reason has moons, but moons not hers Lie mirrored on her sea, Confounding her astronomers, But, oh, delighting me!

Female) Unfolding of spatial structures and geometric patterns. Then there is a bird, a swan, light and large, who flies with me over the Earth, and the Earth is so beautiful. The Earth looks as though set with pearls, dazzlingly beautiful, and I have the thought "Oh my God, how beautiful it is." I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the Earth.

All the beauty of the world, 'tis but skin deep.

In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.

Earth laughs in flowers.

The moral sense reappears today with the same morning newness that has been from of old the fountain of beauty and strength. You say there is no religion now. 'Tis like saying in rainy weather, There is no sun, when at that moment we are witnessing one of its superlative effects.

The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.

The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the insatiable demand of harmony in man. The mountain of granite blooms into an eternal flower, with the lightness and delicate finish, as well as the aerial proportions and perspective of vegetable beauty.