Quotes About Beauty

Peeling an eggplant was like unveiling an ivory-skinned woman dressed all in black.

The ruins proclaim the building was beautiful.

It is remarkable indeed how we human beings are capable of delighting in the mating call of a flower while we are surrounded by the charred carcasses of our fellow animals.

Mumtaz has six moles. Two are black: behind her ear and on her hip, in the trough of the wave that crests at her pelvis. Three are the color of rust: knuckle, corner of jaw, behind knee. And one is red, fiery, at the base of her spine, where a tail might grow. I touch them and know them because I watch her like a man in a field stares up at the stars, and I love her constellation because it contains her story and our story, and I wonder which mole is the beginning and which is the end.

You're so beautiful," her mother said as she was leaving. "You should get a gun.

There is something magical about London. It can coax a water lily to tie its roots to land.

They were achingly beautiful, these ghostly cities—New York, Rio, Shanghai, Paris—under their stains of stars, images as though from an epoch before electricity, but with the buildings of today. Whether they looked like the past, or the present, or the future, she couldn't decide.

To Nadia, Saeed was if anything more handsome than he had been before, his hard work and gauntness suiting him, giving him a contemplative air, making out of his boyishness a man of substance.

Maybe she'd always wished to be beautiful and didn't quite dare to, because she could tell that people didn't say she was and more attention was given to other women, but she still had a frail hope that there'd been a mistake and she was after all.

The trouble with serenity is that it can then. The trees seem to lose their souls and look again like painted scenery.

The trouble with serenity is that it can turn. The trees seem to lose their souls and look again like painted scenery.

Sometime when people see a beautiful thing they want to destroy it. The thing make them feel ugly so they act ugly.

The beautiful souls are they that are unniversal, open, and ready for all things.

Tabiatta ÅŸöyle bir kar??ma da görülür: Ressamlardan öÄŸreniyoruz ki aÄŸlarken ve gülerken yüzümüzde beliren çizgiler ve hareketler ayn?ym??. Gerçekten, resim henüz bitmeden bakacak olursan?z çehre aÄŸlayacak m?, gülecek mi bilemezsiniz. Daha garibi var: Gülme son haddine var?nca gözyaÅŸlar?yla kar???r.

There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves- so much in men and women, so much in art and literature, so much everywhere in which to delight, and for which to be thankful

You need to see bare branches to know the full astonishing shock of the new leaves come next April. You need the flat, brown emptiness of the mixed borders to measure their summer fullness.

magpies, jays, sparrowhawks, kestrels, all

Make tea, not war.

All of our waste which we dumped on her and which she absorbed. And all of our beauty, which was hers first and which she gave to us. All of us- all who knew her- felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her. We were so beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. [...] And she let us, and thereby deserved our contempt.

The beauty of any work of art is related to the pleasure it gives us when we know it well.

A book is a work of art. (Again

in the mountains the cherry trees were in full bloom, and the farther he went, the lovelier the veils of mist became, until for him, whose rank so restricted travel that all this was new, the landscape became a source of wonder.

En asuntos de arte la modestia no es una virtud.

At a guess I see that you may indeed be he: the light silver dew brings to clothe in loveliness a twilight beauty flower.