Quotes About Beauty

Aesthetic matters are fundamental for the harmonious development of both society and the individual.

The key to education is the experience of beauty.

Die Blüten aller Dinge jeglicher Art flicht Poesie in einen leichten Kranz und so nennt und reimt auch Wilhelmine Gegenden, Zeiten, Begebenheiten, Personen, Spielwerke und Speisen, alles durcheinander in romantischer Verwirrung, so viel Worte so viel Bilder; und das ohne alle Nebenbestimmungen und künstlichen Übergänge, die am Ende doch nur dem Verstande frommen und jeden kühneren Schwung der Fantasie hemmen.

Architecture in general is frozen music.

Joy all creatures drink At nature's bosoms...

Nothing is beautiful, only man on this piece of navety rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second nothing is ugly but degenerate man-the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.

Beauty attached to God is sacrament, cut off from God it becomes an idol.

Un animal noble ou une belle fleur sont « intellectuellement » supérieurs à un homme vil. Dieu se révèle à la plante sous la forme de la lumière solaire. La plante se tourne irrésistiblement vers la lumière; elle ne saurait être athée ou impie.

The entire moon and sky can be reflected in a dewdrop on a blade of grass.

She loved most being in the woods with the diffused light and the quiet there. Such a stillness, with just the pecking of ground birds and forest animals, the flutter of wings, the occasional skittering of squirrels playing up and down a tree. The silent, imperceptible unfurling of spring buds into blossom. She felt comfortable there. As if nothing could be unnatural in that place, within but apart from the world.

Death isn't beautiful. Near-death however, is gorgeous.

I marvel at the stars, and feel my heart overflow.

ART is life, let's tattoo the world with art.

Aren't you pretty?" Lena said to Kendra. "You

The curse of mortality. You spend the first portion of your life learning, growing stronger, more capable. And then, through no fault of your own, your body begins to fail. You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.

Ah, the outdoors,' Shallan said. 'I visited that mythical place once.

Women? Women are like...thunderstorms. They're beautiful to look at, and sometimes they're nice to listen to-but most of the time they're just plain inconvenient.

Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty.

We actually killed the thing." "Sad, I know," she said, feeling depressed. "It was beautiful." "It would be more beautiful if it hadn't tried to eat me." "From my perspective," Shallan noted, "it didn't try, it succeeded." "Nonsense," Kaladin said. "It didn't manage to swallow me. Doesn't count.

There is beauty in compassion, but one must learn wisdom too.

Beauty was out there, all around. To create art was not to capture it, but to participate in it.

But even a ninety-year-old blind priest would stop and stare at this woman. If he weren't blind, that is. Dumb metaphor, I thought. I'll have to work on that one. I have trouble with metaphors.

He found himself weeping. Not for the future or for the emperor. These were the tears of a man who saw before himself a masterpiece . True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation. It was boldness, it was contrast, it was subtlety.

The Nelazan believed that there was beauty in darkness, and that the daylight was more profane. They saw the stars as the Thousand Eyes of Trell watching them. The sun was the single, jealous eye of Trell's brother, Nalt. Since Nalt only had one eye, he made it blaze brightly to outshine his brother. The Nelazan, however, were not impressed, and preferred to worship the quiet Trell, who watched over them even when Nalt obscured the sky.