Quotes About Beauty

You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew ...

I will be thin and pure like a glass cup. Empty. Pure as light. Music. I move my hands over my body - my shoulders, my collarbone, my rib cage, my hip bones like part of an animal skull, my small thighs. In the mirror my face is pale and my eyes look bruised. My hair is pale and thin and the light comes through. I could be a lot younger than seventeen. I could be a child still, untouched.

Perhaps she just needed to remind herself more often how that gold was still floating above her head, it's minuscule particles visible only when pierced by a certain light.

Giornata splendida, sole, un refolo di vento che addolcisce il mondo...insomma, tempo da elfi.

Ah women, women, my life's plague and chief delight!

Pretty people do ugly things. It was one of those laws of nature that Gaia had understood for years. If she ever started to forget that ride for a second, there always seemed to be some good-looking asshole ready to remind her.

We never believe we're beautiful, no matter how many times we hear it. We never believe it until someone says it in the right way.

Something about the beauty of the library and how many books there were made me feel really eager to read, and I couldn't wait to get some free time so I could go back there and explore.

True beauty is rare, and seldom recognized by the one who possesses it.

Gardening is the purest of human pleasures

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.

I doe hold it, in the Royall ordering of Gardens, there ought to be Gardens, for all the Moneths in the Yeare: In which, severally Things of Beautie, may in then in Season.

Beauty is as summer fruits, which are easy to corrupt, and cannot last; and for the most part it makes a dissolute youth, and an age a little out of countenance; but yet certainly again, if it light well, it maketh virtue shine, and vices blush.

Virtue is like a rich stone, best plain set.

God Almighty first planted a garden: and indeed it is the purest of human pleasures.

Evler, içinde yaÅŸanmak için yap?l?r, seyredilmek için deÄŸil; bu bak?mdan kullan??l?l??a güzellikten daha çok önem verilmeli: ikisi birleÅŸtirilirse o baÅŸka.

Amo le ferite, gli incidenti, i malesseri, le situazioni in cui la realtà abbandona i suoi fantasmi... Ma la bruttezza puà essere interessante e affascinante, non è così?

that the speaking in a perpetual hyperbole, is comely in nothing but in love.

In beauty, that of favor, is more than that of color; and that of decent and gracious motion, more than that of favor. That is the best part of beauty, which a picture cannot express; no, nor the first sight of the life. There is no excellent beauty, that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.

My painting is not violent, it's life that is violent. Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves, the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life. We are born with a scream; we come into life with a scream and maybe love is a mosquito net between the fear of living and the fear of death.

An autumn garden has a sadness when the sun is not shining...

The night was still, of a milk-warm loveliness. Moonlight sprayed silver on the shining camphor- leaves; late orange-blossom swathed the cottage in a perfume so dense that it could almost be felt. The spirit of Meerlust had never been more subtly intoxicating.

A rainbow of soil is under our feet; red as a barn and black as peat. It's yellow as lemon and white as the snow; bluish gray. So many colors below. Hidden in darkness as thick as the night; The only rainbow that can form without light. Dig you a pit, or bore you a hole, you'll find enough colors to well rest your soil.

One day I was showing the sea to a girl who was seeing it for the first time; she declared that she thought a field of potatoes was a far more impressive sight.