Quotes About Beauty

What's the value of a diamond? Whatever someone is willing to pay for a pretty stone that makes him feel important.

See with lamps on, Christy. Eyes wide open. See yourself as beautiful. The

But the Great Romance is the root of our stories, stories that confront us with the eternal ideals. Love. Beauty. Hope. The greatest gifts. The very heart of Elyon. Do you understand?" "Um . . . actually it sounds a bit abstract." "Ha! The opposite, Thomas! Do you know why we love beautiful flowers? Because we love beauty!

I turned and saw her—the beautiful woman who was either a Fury of a totally different kind than any I'd imagined, or an angel.

The night snows stars and the earth creaks.

The Hawk in the Rain I drown in the drumming ploughland, I drag up Heel after heel from the swallowing of the earth's mouth, From clay that clutches my each step to the ankle With the habit of the dogged grave, but the hawk Effortlessly at height hangs his still eye.

Flowerlike, I loved nothing. from Mayday on Holderness

It was a visit from the goddess, the beauty Who was poetry's sister—she had come To tell poetry she was spoiling us. Poetry listened, maybe, but we heard nothing And poetry did not tell us. And we Only did what poetry told us to do.

What a horse does under compulsion he does blindly, and his performance is no more beautiful than would be that of a ballet-dancer taught by whip and goad. The performances of horse or man so treated would seem to be displays of clumsy gestures rather than of grace and beauty. What we need is that the horse should of his own accord exhibit his finest airs and paces at set signals.

Words are a net to catch beauty. in The Field of Blue Children (short story)

All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.

When you look at a piece of delicately spun glass you think of two things: how beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.

Let's go down and swim in that liquid moonlight.

he would die early, since nothing so fair could decline by common degrees in a faded season.

He took her hands and brought them to his lips, gently kissing each one in turn. "Then we shall begin right now", he vowed. "And tomorrow you shall be transformed". "Tonight I am transformed", she wishpered. "Tomorrow I shall disappear.

It's unfortunate that we live in such a panicked, dysmorphic society where women don't even give themselves a chance to see what they'll look like as older persons. I want to have some idea of what I'll look like before I start cleaning the slates.

The first time it happened, I laid there marveling at the beauty of it, wondering why God would forbid such bliss when He makes us endure so much misery.

She was pretty, yeah, but pretty like hundreds of other girls. You," he dabbed the bread in the air as if sketching her, "you're...memorable. Who you are just shines through your face.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free.

The power of art is the power of truth.

Great grief can be worn charmingly by a beauty and I have seen a lot of gracious dignity at funerals in my time but is my experience that when grief is becoming it is also suspect. Real unhappiness is ugly and wounding and scarring to the soul.

And a thought spoke quietly from under that thought, there is no God. God is a pattern we impose on chaos. Just like beauty. Saying, there, look at that one. God is not there. Nor beauty. He's over there, look. The red can cupping the sliver coin of light. God's beauty. In the desert of salt that we can't see at all, that surrounds us.