Quotes About Beauty

With thorns in the inner world there will always be roses in the outer world, in law-able compensation.

Living in Seattle is like being married to a beautiful woman who's sick all the time.

Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.

The first man who compared a woman to a rose was a poet, the second, an imbecile .

The first man who compared woman to a rose was a poet, the second, an imbecile

How lovely she was in her raiments of silk and levantine purple; the fabric provocatively set off the sheen of her white shoulders, which glistened with the sweat of the world. I was on the verge of giving in to the dangerous enticements of her caresses when I realized that I recognized her from an earlier encounter, back at the dawn of time.

And then a lady in a window high, Fair-haired, dark-eyed, and dressed in ancient style... Whom, in another life, perhaps I've seen, And whom I now remember with a sigh.

I have seen so many lands vanish in my wake, torn down like stage sets. What survives of them? An image as fleeting as a dream: whatever beauties I discovered, I already knew by heart.

La belle était assise Près du ruisseau coulant, Et dans l'eau qui frétille, Baignait ses beaux pieds blancs.

How can you, made of shining night, be love's jewel?

Om jag finge dö vid ett öppet fönster en dag som den här. Fåglar i trädgården, porlande vatten och nån att lita på bredvid mig... Fåglarna och det andra kan man väl få... men vem skulle jag... ät lite tårta nu.

Art is so wonderfully irrational, exuberantly pointless, but necessary all the same.

Do?an?n i?lerinde her ?ey kafam?z? kar??t?r?yor, sanki dersiniz ki, ?eylerin yarat?c?s? bununla e?leniyor.

She was the most beautiful creature on Earth - her hair said so in that language only hair can speak.

The flesh was falling from the bones of those I loved, and all the mountain flowers were crushed and broken.

She was one of those women who are usually referred to in the past tense, of whom one says: 'She had a certain freshness and bloom about her,' and whose freshness and bloom passed unnoticed even when she still had them.

Her own nose was too long and her facial structure too bony for anyone ever to have asked her hand in marriage. She consoled herself for this by guzzling.

Ne htedoh, ne htedoh ti nista reci. Videh u tvojim ocima dva mala, luda drveta. Od povetarca, smeha i zlata njihala su se. Ne htedoh ti nista reci.

a star a tree and the longing in between

Beauty... is the shadow of God on the universe.

You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul.

Love beauty it is the shadow of God on the universe

The night itself is riddled with her, wide with her, and alive with her.

Like cider and aged wine I was desired, desired like the sheer blue cascade that dazzles the eyes of the thirsty.