Quotes About Beauty

The world is a beautiful book, but of little use to him who cannot read it.

Here, on the edge of what we know, in contact with the ocean of the unknown, shines the mystery and beauty of the world. And it's breathtaking.

Within the immense ocean of galaxies and stars we are in a remote corner; amidst the infinite arabesques of forms which constitute reality we are merely a flourish among innumerably many such flourishes.

Poetry and science are both manifestations of the spirit that creates new ways of thinking the world, in order to understand it better. Great science and great poetry are both visionary, and sometimes may arrive at the same insights. The culture of today that keeps science and poetry so far apart is essentially foolish, to my way of thinking, because it makes us less able to see the complexity and the beauty of the world as revealed by both.

In un caso e nell'altro, il premio è la bellezza, e occhi nuovi per vedere il mondo.

Here, on the edge of what we know, in contact with the ocean of the unknown, shines the mystery and the beauty of the world. And it's breathtaking.

If we see a child playing on the beach, it is only because between him and ourselves there is this lake of vibrating lines that transport his image to us. Is the world not marvelous?

T]he elementary form of the mechanics of the world...does not need to mention 'time.' The world without a time variable is not a complicated one. It's a net of interconnected events, where the variables in play adhere to probabilistic rules that, incredibly, we know for a good part how to write. And it's a clear world, windswept and full of beauty as the crests of mountains; aridly beautiful as the cracked lips of the adolescent you loved.

Nel mare immenso di galassie e di stelle, siamo un infinitesimo angolo sperduto; fra gli arabeschi infiniti di forme che compongono il reale, noi non siamo che un ghirigoro fra tanti

There are absolute masterpieces that move us intensely: Mozart's Requiem, Homer's Odyssey, the Sistine Chapel, King Lear. To fully appreciate their brilliance may require a long apprenticeship, but the reward is sheer beauty--and not only this, but the opening of our eyes to a new perspective upon the world. Einstein's jewel, the general theory of relativity, is a masterpiece of this order.

Our culture is foolish to keep science and poetry separated: they are two tools to open our eyes to the complexity and beauty of the world.

There are absolute masterpieces that move us intensely: Mozart's Requiem, Homer's Odyssey, the Sistine Chapel, King Lear. To fully appreciate their brilliance may require a long apprenticeship, but the reward is sheer beauty—and not only this, but the opening of our eyes to a new perspective upon the world. Einstein's jewel, the general theory of relativity, is a masterpiece of this order. I

Qui, sul bordo di quello che sappiamo, a contatto con l'oceano di quanto non sappiamo, brillano il mistero del mondo, la bellezza del mondo, e ci lasciano senza fiato.

Ayusin mo muna ang buhay mo. Pinagpala kang maganda. Isabay mo d'on ang pagiging masipag.

Men who had poetry in their soul come silently into the world and live quietly down the years, and yet when they are gone no moon in the sky is lucid enough to compare with the light they shed when they are among the living.

É feia. Mas é uma flor. Furou o asfalto, o tédio, o nojo e o ódio.

Casas entre bananeiras mulheres entre laranjeiras pomar amor cantar. Um homem vai devagar. Um cachorro vai devagar. Um burro vai devagar. Devagar... as janelas olham. Eta vida besta, meu Deus.

The name Cleopatra wakens the world to life.

Por encima de aquel cansancio y de aquella podredumbre se levantaba la luz de la luna. No había más que mirar al cielo para verla. Abajo, en los callejones, se olvidaba una de ella...

Levanté los ojos al cielo, que se ponía de un color más suave y más azul con las primeras estrellas y me vino una impresión de belleza casi mística. Como un deseo de morirme allí, a un lado, mirando hacia arriba, debajo de la gran dulzura de la noche que empezaba a llegar. Y me dolió el pecho de hambre y de deseos inconfesables al respirar. Era como si estuviese oliendo un aroma de muerte y me pareciera bueno por primera vez

Ella no le contestó. Yo la veía con su largo abrigo oscuro, su eterno sombrero, apoyada en apoyada en el hombro de la madre, inclinándose hasta tocar con su cabeza la blanca cabeza y tuve la sensación de encontrarme ante una de aquellas últimas hojas de otoño, muertas en el árbol antes de que el viento las arrastrase.

Los cuentos bonitos siempre hacen perder la noción del tiempo y, gracias a ellos, nos salvamos del agobio de lo práctico.

marked Never write with pencil, m'ija. It is for those who would erase. Make your mark proud and open, Brave, beauty folded into its imperfection, Like a piece of turquoise marked. Never write with pencil, m'ija. Write with ink or mud, or berries grown in gardens never owned, or, sometimes, if necessary, blood.

I am thrilled to be able to bring my vision of beauty to others who may be inspired by it.