Quotes About Beauty

The proudest candle vanishes unseen into a raging house-fire, with none to recount the beauty of its delicate glow, or the dignity of its desire.

There were clouds closed fast round the moon. And one by one, gardens died.

My evening star. If the sun burned out tomorrow, your flame would light the world.

Brother, you look unwell.' Appearances deceive, Greyfrog. For example, you have never looked prettier.

What makes me worse than any other corpse?' 'Other corpses don't fight back, for one thing.' The undead woman came closer. 'Why would I feel compelled to resist? Is she not simply making me pretty?' 'Of course. I was just making conversation. And how have you been, Shurq Elalle?' 'The same.' 'The same. Which is?' 'I've been better. Still, many would call consistency a virtue.

Forest soon replaced the exposed bedrock, slowly shifting from coniferous to deciduous, the hills giving way to flatter ground. The trees then thinned, and suddenly, beyond a line of tangled deadfall, plains stretched before them, and the rain was gone. Onrack raised a hand. 'We shall halt here.

And now he was full of words, full of thoughts that had nowhere to go. He imagined that this was what it meant to be lonely. An entire inner world with no way out, no audience or witnesses. If there was beauty in there, none could see it. If there was torment, no one could hear the cries for help.

There were loves in the world that never found voice. There were secrets never unveiled, and what would have been the point of that? She was no languid beauty. She was no genius wit. Courage failed her again and again, but not this time, as she drew sharp blades lengthways up her wrists, at precise angles, and watched as life flowed away. In Irilta's mind, this last gesture was but a formality.

Apocalypse is rarely sudden; no, among these mortals, it creeps slow, yet inevitable, relentless in its thorough obliteration of life, of health, of beauty.

It's a rare gift to understand that your life is wondrous, and that it won't last forever.

An Elegy, Years After Sarah" So her ceiling a map of stars. First time we made love late afternoon late winter, and after she slept how her room fogged up with dusk and paper stars she'd stuck up there in childhood came out in strange constellations and I missed the earth till her room was night her breath deepening the stars cooling down: I said come closer and her eyes — half-open, flashing back whatever light there was — went out.

Yes, we humans are more than merely biological creatures. We appreciate beauty, we struggle with ethical conflicts, and we strive to make sense of our purpose in the universe, asking questions that science cannot answer. And yet, our sense of aesthetics, our moral sensibilities, and our search for meaning may themselves be intricately connected to the fabric of the cosmos.

Smile, it raises your face value.

When you look at the world as it is, how can you not be racked with grief? But when you look closer, how can you not be overwhelmed with awe?

Guatemalan Antigua.

What would it look like to live in awe of every moment? To really, really see the terrible splendor, the delicate wonder of life?

Flowers are the hieroglyphics of angels. Loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.

The reasons there are so many clichés about universes inside of dewdrops is because there are universes inside of dewdrops.

God had created the universe as a way of sorting through the great library, finding those books that were most beautiful and meaningful.

Soon I'll be thinner than all of you, she swore to herself. And then I'll be the winner. The thinner is the winner.

Kessa ran her fingers over her stomach. Flat. But was it flat enough? Not quite. She still had some way to go. Just to be safe, she told herself. Still, it was nice the way her pelvic bones rose like sharp hills on either side of her stomach. I love bones. Bones are beautiful.

From the newsstands a dozen models smiled up at her from a dozen magazine covers, smiled in thin-faced, high-cheekboned agreement to Kessa's new discovery. They knew the secret too. They knew thin was good, thin was strong; thin was safe.

She sat for a long time in the chair, rocking gently, wishing she were thinner. Somehow that would make all of this turmoil vanish.

All words are masks and the lovelier they are, the more they are meant to conceal.