Quotes About Beauty

Contemplated as one grand whole, astronomy is the most beautiful monument of the human mind; the noblest record of its intelligence.

If artificial selection can make such major changes in so short a period of time, what must natural selection, working over billions of years, be capable of? The answer is all the beauty and diversity of the biological world. Evolution is a fact, not a theory.

Kita tidak mempertanyakan apa guna burung berkicau, sebab kicauan adalah kenikmatan mereka sejak mereka diciptakan untuk berkicau. Kita pun semestinya tidak mempertanyakan mengapa manusia bersusah payah menyingkap rahasia langit... Keanekaragaman fenomena alam sungguh luar biasa, harta karun yang tersembunyi di langit bergitu banyak dan tertata dengan sangat baik sehingga akal manusia tidak akan pernah kekurangan nutrisi segar"---Johannes Kepler__ Hal.45

Like it or not, we are stuck with science. We had better make the best of it. When we finally come to terms with it and fully recognize its beauty and its power, we will find, in spiritual as well as in practical matters, that we have made a bargain strongly in our favor.

If the structure of the world with all its order and beauty is only an effect of matter left to its own universal laws of motion, and if the blind mechanics of the natural forces can evolve so glorious a product out of chaos, and can attain to such perfection of themselves, then the proof of the Divine Author which is drawn from the spectacle of the beauty of the universe wholly loses its force. Nature is thus sufficient for itself; the Divine government is unnecessary.…

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever. What

They should have sent a poet.

Todo lo que hemos visto forma parte de un universo inmenso, complicado y maravilloso.

Dois homens chegaram a um buraco no céu. Um pediu ao outro ajuda para se erguer até a abertura... Mas era tão bonito no céu que o homem que espiou pela beirada esqueceu tudo, esqueceu o companheiro a quem tinha prometido ajudar a subir e simplesmente saiu correndo para entrar em todo o esplendor celeste. De um poema em prosa esquimó iglulik, do início do século XX, recitado por Inugpasugjuk a Knud Rasmussen, o explorador ártico da Groenlândia

We are like butterflies, who flutter for a day and think it's forever.

an encounter in space] Some celestial event. No--no words--no words to describe it. Poetry! They should have sent a poet. So beautiful. So beautiful...I had no idea. I had no idea.

After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars

I never met a woman that didn't know if she was good-looking or not without being told, and some of them give themselves credit for more than they've got.

I never was hard or sell-sufficient enough. When people are soft--soft people have got to shimmer and glow--they've got to put on soft colors, the colors of butterfly wings, and put a-- paper lantern over the light.... It isn't enough to be soft. You've got to be soft and attractive. And I--I'm fading now! I don't know how much longer I can turn the trick.

His beauty was notable even in a province where the lack of it is more exceptional in a young man.

Nature is not on the side of a girl over thirty

Así es. Todas las muchachas lindas son una trampa y los hombres esperan que lo sean.

BLANCHE: You see I still have that awful vanity about my looks even now that my looks are slipping!

Her delicate beauty must avoid a strong light. There is something about her uncertain manner, as well as her white clothes, that suggests a moth

Her delicate beauty must avoid a strong light.

I could see the light of eternity, a la William Blake, shining through every leaf. I mean, a bug walking across the ground moved me to tears

Me duele muchísimo el epnsar que, la amable, la divina elegancia del cuerpo, es una ladrona linda y vil que para bien adornarse dejó el alma sin ropas ni pan, sumida en la miseria.

Qué es una frase sin tono ni ritmo? Una muerta, una momia. ¡Ah, hermosa voz humana, alma de las palabras, madre del idioma, qué rica, qué infinita eres!

Arian's ebony hair was spread in a shimmering fan around her shoulders, reminding Tristan absurdly of Snow White in her glass coffin. Even in death, hadn't the deceptive blush of life stained Snow White's pallid cheeks? Hadn't her rosebud lips parted as if to welcome a kiss from a prince who might never come? Hadn't the creamy swell of her breasts tantalized every hopelessly naive kid in the theater into daring to believe her chest would rise just one more time?