Quotes About Beauty

I don't want to see landscapes, i.e. scenic paintings of them, because I don't want to see the original realities – as optical effects that is. I want to see the deeper reality underlying the scenic, the expression of what are sometimes called abstract imaginings. The 'simply natural' is interesting no longer.

the sun shone into her mouth as into a tulip, and lent it a similar scarlet fire.

And the thorny crown of this sad conception was that she whom he really did prefer in a cursory way to the rest, she who knew herself to be more impassioned in nature, cleverer, more beautiful than they, was in the eyes of propriety far less worthy of him than the homelier ones whom he ignored.

The cow and horse tracks in the road were full of water, the rain having been enough to charge them, but not enough to wash them away. Across these minute pools the reflected stars flitted in a quick transit as she passed; she would not have known they were shining overhead if she had not seen them there—the vastest things of the universe imaged in objects so mean.

Their gauzy skirts had brushed up from the grass innumerable flies and butterflies which, unable to escape, remained caged in the transparent tissue as in an aviary.

La bellezza per lei, come per tutti quelli che hanno molto sentito, non risiedeva nelle cose ma in ciò che esse simboleggiavano

thence to the fruit-garden and greenhouses, where he asked her if she liked strawberries. Yes, said Tess, when they come.

Your husband, my dear, is, I make no doubt, having scorching weather all this time. Lord, if he could only see his pretty wife now! Not that this weather hurts your beauty at all—in fact, it rather does it good.

I should like the flowers very very much, if I didn't keep on thinking they'd be all withered in a few days!

Her face too was fresh in colour, but it was of a totally different quality - soft and evanescent, like the light under a heap of rose-petals.

Here, in the valley, the world seems to be constructed upon a smaller and more delicate scale...

The luminary was a golden-haired, beaming, mild-eyed, God-like creature, gazing down in the vigour and intentness of youth upon an earth that was brimming with interest for him.

Minute diamonds of moisture from the mist hung, too, upon Tess's eyelashes, and drops upon her hair, like seed pearls. When the day grew quite strong and commonplace these dried off her; moreover, Tess then lost her strange and ethereal beauty;

O no. You should lift Marian! Such a lump. You are like an undulating billow warmed by the sun. And all this fluff of muslin about you is the froth.

Tess seemed to Clare to exhibit a dignified largeness both of disposition and physique, an almost regnant power, possibly because he knew that at that preternatural time hardly any woman so well endowed in person as she was likely to be walking in the open air within the boundaries of his horizon; very few in all England. Fair women are usually asleep at mid-summer dawns. She was close at hand, and the rest were nowhere.

her mouth he had seen nothing to equal on the face of the earth. To a young man with the least fire in him that little upward lift in the middle of her red top lip was distracting, infatuating, maddening. He had never before seen a woman's lips and teeth which forced upon his mind with such persistent iteration the old Elizabethan simile of roses filled with snow.

That's a handsome maid, he said to Oak. But she has her faults, said Gabriel. True, farmer. And the greatest of them is—well, what it is always. Beating people down? ay, 'tis so. O no. What, then? Gabriel, perhaps a little piqued by the comely traveller's indifference, glanced back to where he had witnessed her performance over the hedge, and said, Vanity.

era quel tocco di imperfezione sopra la presunta perfezione che dava dolcezza, perché era esso ad impartire umanità.

Then he stood with his back to the fire regarding her, and saw in her almost a divinity.

He was young, and his face, if not exactly handsome, approached so near to handsome that nobody would have contradicted an assertion that it really was so in its natural colour.

They were as sublime as the moon and stars above them, and the moon and stars were as ardent as they.

The brim-fulness of her nature breathed from her It was a moment when a woman's soul is more incarnate than at any other time; when the most spiritual beauty bespeaks itself flesh; and sex takes the outside place in the presentation.

Perché dovremmo mettere fine a tutto ciò che è dolce e bello? - ella scongiurava - Quanto deve avvenire, avverrà - ...... - Tutto è angoscia laggiù, e qui dentro tutto è felicità. Anch'egli gettò un'occhiata fuori. Era proprio vero; dentro c'era affetto, unione, il perdono dell'errore; fuori stava l'inesorabile

It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect which gave it the sweetness, because it was that which gave it the humanity.