Quotes About Beauty

Piensa en esto: cuando te regalan un reloj te regalan un pequeño infierno florido, una cadena de rosas, un calabozo de aire.

Felices los que eligen, los que aceptan ser elegidos, los hermosos héroes, los hermosos santos, los escapistas perfectos».

y uno está tan triste, Horacio, porque todo es hermoso...

Yo soy como el ave cisne, que canta cuando se muere

y Rema que tocaba un caracol con la punta del dedo, tan delicadamente que también su dedo tenía algo de caracol.

PADRE (Al cabo de un rato, señalando las glicinias del jardín, que lo tinen de malva con sus flores). - Mira,¿ves esas flores? Así es la vida de hermosa y de breve. Cuando te das cuenta se ha ido.

If I canot know your name, may I light a lamp so I can see your face?' If you sould ever see my face, you will lose me forever.' Why?' Psyche wanted to know. 'Are you ugly? Are you afraid I won't love you if I see your face?' Perhaps I am afraid that if you see my face, it will be THAT that you will love and not me.' I understand, believe me. I know what that feels like.

Love happened. Love came to show you that you could be more than you could ever imagine, because love forced you out of the narrows of yourself and thrust you into a vastness that stretched from one end of time to the other. Nothing mattered except being in the presence of love, the greatest beauty of all.

Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty.

We find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates.

If light is scarce then light is scarce; we will immerse ourselves in the darkness and there discover its own particular beauty.

The quality that we call beauty ... must always grow from the realities of life.

For a woman who lived in the dark it was enough if she had a faint, white face —a full body was unnecessary.

After looking at myself in the mirror, I looked at Satsuko. I could not believe that we were creatures of the same species. The uglier the face in the mirror, the more extraordinarily beautiful Satsuko seemed. If that ugly face were only uglier, I thought regretfully, Satsuko would look even more beautiful.

The quality that we call beauty, however, must always grow from the realities of life, and our ancestors, forced to live in dark rooms, presently came to discover beauty in shadows, ultimately to guide shadows towards beauty's ends.

If indeed "elegance is frigid," it can as well be described as filthy. There is no denying, at any rate, that among the elements of the elegance in which we take such delight is a measure of the unclean, the unsanitary.

Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace.

Magical things happen every day, if we allow it. Think of daylight, of the stars at night, a flower. A dandelion is a miracle. PAMELA TRAVERS (1899–1996)

To tell the truth is to become beautiful, to begin to love yourself, value yourself. And that's political, in its most profound way.

To rescue our children we will have to let them save us from the power we embody: we will have to trust the very difference that they forever personify. And we will have to allow them the choice, without fear of death: that they may come and do likewise or that they may come and that we will follow them, that a little child will lead us back to the child we will always be, vulnerable and wanting and hurting for love and for beauty.

There are two ways to worry words. One is hoping for the greatest possible beauty in what is created. The other is to tell the truth.

I like to have Chinese furniture in my home as a constant and painful reminder of how much has been destroyed in China. The contrast between the beauty of the past and the ugliness of the modern is nowhere sharper than in China.

But her greatest assets were her bound feet, called in Chinese "three-inch golden lilies" (san-tsun-gin-lian). This meant she walked "like a tender young willow shoot in a spring breeze," as Chinese connoisseurs of women traditionally put it. The sight of a woman teetering on bound feet was supposed to have an erotic effect on men, partly because her vulnerability induced a feeling of protectiveness in the onlooker.

The parlor may have its charms, but the Japanese toilet truly is a place of spiritual repose. It always stands apart from the main building, at the end of a corridor, in a grove fragrant with leaves and moss. No words can describe that sensation as one sits in the dim light, basking in the faint glow reflected from the shoji, lost in meditation or gazing out at the garden.