Quotes About Beauty

It seemed to her that she had never known what the night was like before. Up till now it had been dark, silent, beautiful very often - oh yes - but mournful somehow. Solemn. And now it would never be like that again - it had opened dazzling bright.

When she looked through the dark windows at the stars, they had long beams like wings...

I love to close my eyes a moment and think of the land outside, white under the mingled snow and moonlight--the heaps of stones by the roadside white--snow in the furrows. Mon Dieu! How quiet and how patient!

The lights, the azaleas, the dresses, the pink faces, the velvet chairs, all became one beautiful flying wheel.

What did garden-parties and baskets and lace frocks matter to him? He was far from all those things. He was wonderful, beautiful.

Dark girls, fair girls were patting their hair, tying ribbons again, tucking handkerchiefs down the fronts of their bodices, smoothing marble-white gloves. And because they were all laughing it seemed to Leila that they were all lovely.

As for the roses, you could not help feeling they understood that roses are the only flowers that impress people at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.

The late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.

My love, my sweet love, I live in another world. A kinder and simpler world. A world of moons and stars and forests, a world filled with danger and magical beauty. It's the old world but to me it's new. You must not be fearful, dear, I quite like it there.

But the pear tree was as lovely as ever and as full of flower and as still.

The most thrilling day of the year, the first real day of Spring had enclosed its warm delicious beauty even to London eyes. It had put a spangle in every colour and a new tone in every voice, and city folks walked as though they carried real bodies under their clothes with real live hearts pumping the still blood through.

Yes, madam, it was all left to me. Oh, she did look sweet. I did her hair, soft-like, round her forehead, all in dainty

I am tired, blissfully tired. Do you suppose that daisies feel blissfully tired when they shut for the night and the dews descend upon them?

And I feel as I always do that Autumn is loveliest of all. There is such a sharpness with the sweetness—

They had met at the club and Bertha had fallen in love with her, as she always did fall in love with beautiful women who had something strange about them.

Estaban paradas en los peldaños cuando el alto montículo de césped sobre el que reposaba la sábila se alzó como una ola; la sábila parecía navegar encima como un barco con los remos levantados. El brillante claro de luna bañaba los remos como si fuera agua y en la ola verde centelleaba el rocío.

Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-covered hills at the back were smothered. You could not see where they ended and the paddocks and bungalows began.

Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-covered hills at the back were smothered. You could not see where

En cuanto a las rosas, daba la sensación de que sabían muy bien que eran las únicas flores capaces de impresionar a los invitados; son las únicas flores que todos conocen. Cientos, sí, literalmente cientos se habían abierto durante la noche; los verdes rosales se doblegaban bajo su peso como si los hubiesen visitado unos arcángeles.

Y ¡Aquel aire! ¿Era el aire siempre así? Unas brisas tenues jugaban a perseguirse: entraban por lo alto de las ventanas y salían por las puertas. Había dos manchas de sol chiquitinas, una sobre el tintero y otra en el marco de plata de una fotografía. Unas manchitas preciosas, sobre todo la de la tapa del tintero. Era muy cálida, una cálida estrellita de plata. Sintió el impulso de besarla.

The mind I love most must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.

Ulysse apprit à Calypso le nom des arbres, la couleur d'une fleur, le goût de la papaye, le vibrato d'un do. Il lui apprit à reconnaître les parfums. Celui de l'orange et de la mandarine, de la fleur de violette et de la vanille, de la rose poivrée et de l'ylang-ylang, du bois de cèdre et du patchouli. Et tout cela composait un parfum. Le parfum des femmes qui aiment et s'élèvent dans le ciel.

You have to believe it and you hate it. I don't have to and I think it's beautiful.

It was up to him to pay back to the world in beauty and caring what Leslie had loaned him in vision and strength.