Quotes About Beauty

Nature is the glass reflecting God, as by the sea reflected is the sun, too glorious to be gazed on in his sphere.

It's all very well to say that everyone is beautiful just the way they are, but the truth is that sometimes I feel fat and ugly and I want to hide away forever.

This song is sweet. It is sweet. The heart dies of this sweetness.

have seen the heart Move like a doe through the woods, move Like a stunned doe, deeper and deeper, Through trees that turn and close behind her, The way water closes over a dropped stone, Or a torn limb, or a lasting wound … from "Botticelli's St. Sebastian

Be thou always ravished by love, starlight running Down and pulling back the veil of the heart, — Brigit Pegeen Kelly, from "Plants Fed On by Fawns," The Orchard: Poems (BOA Editions,2004)

A]nd the unveiled figure Of the self stepping unclothed, sweetly stripped Of its leaf, into starlight, and the shadow of night, The cold water warm around the narrow ankles, The body at its most weightless, a thing so durable It will–like the carved stone figures holding up The temple roof–stand and remember its gods Long after those gods have been forsaken. —Brigit Pegeen Kelly, from "Plants Fed On by Fawns," The Orchard (BOA Editions, Ltd., 2004)

I gave my beauty and my youth to men. I am going to give my wisdom and experience to animals.

What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.

I have been very happy, very rich, very beautiful, much adulated, very famous and very unhappy.

Elég egy pillantás abba a csodálatosan szép, ibolyakék szemébe, hogy az ember megérezze, milyen jó lelke és szíve van." (Winnifred Wagner Adolf Hitlerr?l)

Triumphing at the hunts brought Elisabeth both an increase in self-confidence - since she shone not as an emperss, but as a horsewoman and a beauty - and a freedom from the court obligations that she sought. But such days on horseback generally ended in despair and bitter complaints about her life.

Hardly any other tale from Vienna was as interesting as learning from an eyewitness whether the Empress was truly as beautiful as it was said.

It's weird like, you can see the cruelest part of the world. The cruelest part. But then on the other side you see the most beautiful part, do you know? And it's like you go from one extreme to the next and they're both worth it, because you wouldn't see one without the other. But that cruel part, is damn cruel and you'll never forget it. But that heaven…is heaven.

Maybe that's the problem with being someplace beautiful: it makes it impossible to live anywhere else that's not.

He looked up at the stars as though drinking in their magic, then back at her.

Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps.

A burst of passion is a fine rousing thing upon occasion, Helen, and a flood of tears is marvelously affecting, but, when indulged too often, they are both deuced plaguy things for spoiling one's beauty and tiring out one's friends.

I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.

The place is all awave with trees, Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded, Acacias having drunk the lees Of the night-dew, faint headed, And wan, grey olive-woods, which seem The fittest foliage for a dream.

Lips shook Like a rose leaning o'er a brook, Which vibrates though it is not struck.

The beautiful seems right By force of Beauty, and the feeble wrong Because of weakness.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

For an instructed eye loves to see where the brush has dipped twice in lustrous colour, has lain insistingly along a favorite outline, dwelt lovingly in a grand shadow--for these "too muches" for the everybody's picture, are so many helps to the making out the real painter's picture as he had it in his brain.

The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven-- All's right with the world!