Quotes About Beauty

Woman is but an engine of ecstacy, a mimic of the earth from the ends of her curled hair to her red-lacquered nails

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green fronds of a palm tree, while vivid indigo morning glories

From this experience also, a faith arises to carry back to a human world of small lusts and deceitful pettiness. A faith, naive and child like perhaps, born as it is from the infinite simplicity of nature. It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to life which can be shared in openness, in wind and sunlight, with a fellow human being who believes in the same basic principles.

What am I doing with a lung full of dust and a tongue of wood, Knee-deep in the cold swamped by flowers? — Sylvia Plath, from Leaving Early," Crossing the Water . (Harper Perennial May 9, 1980) Originally published 1971.

It will be dark, And the shine of these small things sweeter than the face of Ishtar.

In the corner of my garden There is a favorite spot, Which sun and rain tend faithfully And which I planted not. Here is the haven of wild flowers, The kingdom of birds and bees; Here in the silvery moonlight Sprites dance 'neath singing trees.

They had an efficiency, a great beauty, And were extravagant, like torture.

On a wonderful thing—Six round black hats in the grass and a lozenge of wood, And a naked mouth, red and awkward. For a minute the sky pours into the hole like plasma.

See each scene deep, love it like a complex faceted jewel. Get the light, shadow & vivid color. Set scene the night before. Sleep on it, write it in the morning.

Noticed rooks squatting black in snowwhite fen, gray skies, black trees, mallard-green water.

146 Stars Over the Dordogne Stars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker Than the dark of the sky because it is quite starless. The woods are a well. The stars drop silently. They seem large, yet they drop, and no gap is visible. Nor do they send up fires where they fall Or any signal of distress or anxiousness. They are eaten immediately by the pines.

A faith, naive and child like perhaps, born as it is from the infinite simplicity of nature. It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to life which can be shared in openness, in wind and sunlight, with a fellow human being who believes in the same basic principles.

I really love this city above any I've ever been in; it is dear and graceful and elegant and what one makes it.

So come, and slowly we will walk through green gardens and marvel at this strange and sweet world.

Sabato mattina, 13 dicembre. E allora impara a vivere. Tagliati una bella porzione di torta con le posate d'argento. Impara come fanno le foglie a crescere sugli alberi. Apri gli occhi. [...] Impara come fa la luna a tramontare nel gelo della notte prima di Natale. Apri le narici. Annusa la neve. Lascia che la vita accada.

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone ...

Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird meaning death

Culture may even be described simply as that which makes life worth living.

To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one woman's life." T.S. Eliot - The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

The nymphs are departed.

May our lives be born from the beauty of darkness, and shine with the possibility of light.

Turning to the open window above my head, I saw the full moon, glowing as bright as a pot of molten silver. Moonlight poured through the window, and through the gaps in the thatched roof, painting the interior of the hut with its gleaming brush. For a moment, the moonlight nearly disguised the poverty of the room, covering the earthen floor with a sheath of silver, the rough clay walls with sparkles of light, and the still-sleeping form in the corner with the glow of an angel.