Quotes About Beauty

The sun touches them off with shot gold of an evening, with a mother's grey eyes singing to her children.

A thing of beauty is a boy forever.

Influenza. If you close your eyes and say the word aloud, it sounds lovely. It would make a good name for a pleasant, ancient Italian village.

She was seventeen, her entire life shining on her lips.

I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

und in der schwärzesten Nacht meines Lebens sah ich Sterne.

How beautiful life would be if we were able to love those who deserve it.

To paint is to write with light," Salvat would say. "First you must learn its alphabet; then its grammar. Only then will you be able to possess the style and the magic.

Never before had I felt trapped, so seduced and caught up in a story,' Clara explained, 'the way I did with that book. Until then, reading was just a duty, a sort of fine one had to pay teachers and tutors without quite knowing why. I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

Não conhecia o prazer de ler, de explorar portas que se nos abrem na alma, de nos abandonarmos à imaginação, à beleza e ao mistério da ficção e da linguagem.

Hasta entonces para mí las lecturas eran una obligación, una especie de multa a pagar a maestros y tutores sin saber muy bien para qué. No conocía el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandonarse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Qué hermosa sería la vida si fuésemos capaces de querer a quien lo merece.

Wie schön der Herr spricht. Man sieht dass Sie ein Hinterlektueller sind.

La poesía miente, aunque en bonito.

en este cochino mundo donde se pudre todo, empezando por la belleza y acabando por la memoria.

Podría pintar mil años -murmuró Salvat en su lecho de muerte- y no cambiaría un ápice la barbarie, la ignorancia y la bestialidad de los hombres. La belleza es un soplo contra el viento de la realidad.

Pintar es escribir con luz

No conocía el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandonarse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Afuera seguía nevando y me pareció que las estrellas se habían caído del cielo sin avisar.

Vestia marfim e trazia o mundo no olhar.Mal me lembro das palavras do padre,nem dos rostos perdidos de esperança dos convidados que enchiam a igreja naquela manhã de Março.Permanece apenas em mim o roçagar dos seus lábios e,ao entreabrir os olhos,o juramento secreto que trazia na pele e que recordaria todos os dias da minha vida.

Ignoravo il piacere che può dare la parola scritta, il piacere di penetrare nei segreti dell'anima, di abbandonarsi all'immaginazione, alla bellezza e al mistero dell'invenzione letteraria.

Era una imagen de luz y de esperanza que prometía cosas que sólo existen en las miradas de pocos años.

el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandoranse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

CLARA'S NAKED BODY LAY STRETCHED OUT ON WHITE SHEETS that shone like washed silk. Maestro Neri's hands slid over her lips, her neck, and her breasts.