Quotes About Beauty

A second wave collapsed over my feet, lipped with white froth, and the chill gripped my ankles with a mortal ache.

Life has been a combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.

Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.

Why do my beheld beauties vanish and deform themselves as soon as I look twice.

My head a moon Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.

In the infinitesimal glow of the stars, the trees and flowers were strewing their cool odos. There was no moon.

When I walk out, I am a great event. I do not have to think, or even rehearse. What happens in me will happen without attention. The pheasant stands on the hill; He is arranging his brown feathers. I cannot help smiling at what it is I know. Leaves and petals attend me. I am ready.

O love, O celibate. Nobody but me Walks the waist high wet. The irreplaceable Golds bleed and deepen, the mouths of Thermopylae.

Quién es este terrible muchacho azul, extraño y brillante, como caído de una estrella?

Anonymous young men with all-American bone structures.

Though it's quite clear all your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear, from me.

to be aware that you must compete somehow, and yet that wealth and beauty are not in your realm.

There was no absence of lips, there were two children, But their bones showed, and the moon smiled.

If I lived by the sea I would never be really sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour. --from a letter to Aurelia Plath, written c. July 1951

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.

I looked up from that churning amphitheater to the view beyond it. The great, gray eye of the sky looked back at me, its mist-shrouded sun focusing all the white and silent distances that poured from every point of the compass, hill after pale hill, to stall at my feet.

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The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.

You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of you are great light borrowers.

wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig tree. It

The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this type of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag.

There is a green in the air, Soft, delectable. It cushions me lovingly.

Mi árbol favorito era el sauce llorón. Yo pensé que debían de haberlo traído del Japón. En Japón entendían las cosas del espíritu

It was inestimably important for me to look at the lights of Amherst town in the rain, with the wet black tree-skeletons against the limpid streetlights and gray November mist, and then look at the boy beside me and feel all the hurting beauty go flat because he wasn't the right one-not at all.