Quotes About Beauty

Georgia O'Keeffe

When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else.

Come quickly. You mustn't miss the dawn. It will never be just like this again.

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.

The skulls were there and I could say something with them. To me they are as beautiful as anything I know. To me they are strangely more living than the animals walking around -- hair, eyes and all, with the tails switching. The bones seem to cut sharply to the center of something that is keenly alive on the desert even though it is vast and empty and untouchable-- and knows no kindness with all its beauty.

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for. Georgia O'Keeffe

RE: Lake George from a book by Lord. That's all I know. "There is something so perfect about the mountains and the lake and the trees.... sometimes I want to tear it all to pieces

As one chooses between the country and the human being, the country becomes much more wonderful.

This [Ghost Ranch] is my kind of world. The kind of things one sees in cities . . . well, you know, it's better to look out the window at the sage.

I often lay on that bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was particularly fine at night with the stars above the tree.

the Piedra Lumbre is the best thing I've ever known in New Mexico---the closest thing to God, I guess.

Taos is] a high, wise, sage-covered plain. In the evening, with the sun at your back, it looks like an ocean, like water. The color up there is different . . . the blue-green of the sage and mountains, the wildflowers in bloom. It's a different kind of color from any I'd ever seen---there's nothing like that in north Texas or even in Colorado. And it's not just the color that attracted me either The world is so wide up there, so big.

As I watched the pulsing fire among the trees and heard the beat of the drum merge and tremble with the voices, forming an intricate pattern of sound, I knew that someday I would have to return or be haunted forever by the beauty and mystery that is Africa.

The garden, for long untended, was an overgrown riot of uninhibited flowers and weeds in which whirled, squeaked, rustled

Roses dropped petals that seemed as big and smooth as saucers, flame red, moon and white, glossy, and unwrinkled.

Estos unicornios son todos iguales —comentó Loro con tristeza—­, más vanidosos que un pavo. Dales un espejo, o simplemente cualquier cosa en la que puedan verse reflejados, y se quedan como hipnotizados. —Pero éste no es más que un niño —dijó Penélope—, y hay que reconocer que es realmente guapo.

and the handsome women and girls with velvet black eyes

the whole thing guarded by a tall, thick hedge of fuchsias that rustled mysteriously with birds.

As we left the road and made our way up the hillside through the olive groves sparkling with light and shade, coloured with a hundred wild flowers, I stopped to pick some anemones for Mother. While I gathered the wine-coloured flowers

sleepily through the olive groves, silvered by a moon as large and as white as a magnolia blossom.

It seemed to me, in the gloom, that the flowers had moved closer to her, had crowded eagerly about her bed, as though waiting for her to tell them something. A ravaged old queen, lying in state, surrounded by her whispering court of flowers.

fluffy oak trees.

It looked immensely sure of itself as it lay there, flamboyant, on the sand, and immensely dangerous, too.

I think you're being very nasty about her, and, anyway, you're in no position to talk about beauty; it's only skin deep after all, and before you go throwing stones you should look for the beam in your eye,' said Margo triumphantly. Larry looked puzzled. 'Is that a proverb, or a quotation from the Builders' Gazette?' he inquired.