Quotes About Beauty

The beauty of New York rests on a completely different base. It's unintentional. It arose independent of human design, like a stalagmitic cavern. Forms which are in themselves quite ugly turn up fortuitously, without design, in such incredible surroundings that they sparkle with a sudden wondrous poetry.

Întotdeauna m-a ÅŸocat ideea c? un trup superb poate fi o fabric? de secreÅ£ii; Å£i-am spus c? nu suport s? v?d o fat? suflându-ÅŸi nasul. Parc? te v?d; te-ai oprit, m-ai privit fix ÅŸi mi-ai spus pe un ton straniu, ÅŸtiutor, convins, ap?sat: Suflându-ÅŸi nasul? Mie îmi e destul s?-i v?d ochiul clipind, s? v?d miÅŸcarea pleoapei peste cornee, ca s? simt o sil? aproape insuportabil?.

The scene taking place illustrates an immemorial error of men: having appropriated the role of seducers, they never even consider any women but the ones they might desire; the idea doesn't occur to them that a woman who is ugly or old, or who simply stands outside their own erotic imaginings, might want to possess them.

Her beauty, which struck him at the time, did not make her look younger than her age; he might sooner have said that her age made her beauty more eloquent.

Now what was tiring had disappeared and only the beauty remained. Saturday found him for the first time strolling alone through Zurich, breathing in the heady smell of his freedom. New adventures hid around each corner. The future was again a secret.

Music is the art that comes closest to Dionysian beauty in the sense of intoxication. No one can get really drunk on a novel or a painting, but who can help getting drunk on Beethoven's Ninth, Bartók's Sonata for two pianos and percussion, or the Beatles' White album?

DehÅŸet bir ÅŸoktur, mutlak bir körleÅŸmenin zaman?. DehÅŸette en ufak güzellik yoktur. Bütün görebildiÄŸimiz bizi bekleyen bir olay?n gelip geçici ?????d?r. Öte yandan, hüzün olacaklar? bildiÄŸimizi varsayan bir tav?rd?r." Varolman?n Dayan?lmaz HafifliÄŸi

For he was aware of the great secret of life: Women don't look for handsome men. Women look for men who have had beautiful women. Having an ugly mistress is therefore a fatal mistake

the thought went through his mind that beauty is a spark which flares up when two ages meet across the distance of time, that beauty is a clean sweep of chronology, a rebellion against time.

Staring at herself for long stretches of time, she was occa­sionally upset at the sight of her mother's features in her face. She would stare all the more doggedly at her image in an attempt to wish them away and keep only what was hers alone. Each time she succeeded was a time of intoxication: her soul would rise to the surface of her body like a crew charging up from the bowels of a ship, spreading out over the deck, waving at the sky and singing in jubilation.

Genij lirike je genij neiskustva. Pjesnik ne zna mnogo o svijetu, ali rije?i koje teku iz njega svrstavaju se u prekrasne skupine, kona?ne kao kristal. Pjesnik je nezreo ?ovjek, ali njegov stih nosi u sebi mo? proro?anstva pred kojim i sam ostaje zapanjen.

How was she to reconcile men's desire with the desire to be beautiful in their eyes? At first she had tried for a compromise (desperate journeys abroad, where nobody knew her and no indiscretion could betray her); then, later on, she had gone radical and sacrificed her erotic life to her beauty.

Perhaps New York's unintentional beauty is much richer and more varied than the excessively strict and composed beauty of human design. But it's not our European beauty. It's an alien world.

Before beauty disappears entirely from the earth, it will go on existing for a while as a mistake.

No, it was not superstition, it was a sense of beauty that cured her of her depression and imbued her with a new will to live.

kitschul este, in esenta, negatia absoluta a cacatului; atit in sensul propriu cit si in cel figurat al cuvintului; kitschul exclude din cimpul sau vizual tot ce-i esential inacceptabil in existenta umana.

Forms which are in themselves quite ugly turn up fortuitously, without design, in such incredible surroundings that they sparkle with a sudden wondrous poetry.

She came from a land where revolutionary illusion had long since faded but where the thing he admired most in revolution remained: life on a large scale; a life of risk, daring, and the danger of death. Sabina had renewed his faith in the grandeur of human endeavour. Superimposing the painful drama of her country on her person, he found her even more beautiful.

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful. From the time he met Tereza, no woman had the right to leave the slightest impression on that part of his brain.

She saw her soul shinning through the features on her face.

Her nascent love inflamed her sense of beauty.

Not only have people stopped trying to be attractive when they are out among other people, but they are no longer even trying not to look ugly!

Beauty, the last triumph possible for man who can no longer hope.

Only cactuses had perennial appeal. And cactuses were of no interest to her.