Quotes About Beauty

Virtue is like a rich stone, best plain set.

She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine.

True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd.

The ideal woman which is in every man's mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist, her hand. The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement. Remember, all Tolstoy ever said to describe Anna Karenina was that she was beautiful and could see in the dark like a cat. Every man has a different idea of what's beautiful, and it's best to take the gesture, the shadow of the branch, and let the mind create the tree.

And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.

When I feel inclined to read poetry, I take down my dictionary. The poetry of words is quite as beautiful as the poetry of sentences.

There must be bands of enthusiasts for everything on earth-fanatics who shared a vocabulary, a batch of technical skills and equipment, and, perhaps, a vision of some single slice of the beauty and mystery of things, of their complexity, fascination, and unexpectedness.

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

I think these difficult times have helped me to understand better than before how infinitely rich and beautiful life is in every way, and that so many things that one goes around worrying about are of no importance whatsoever.

What the student calls a tragedy, the master calls a butterfly.

When the style is fully formed, if it has a sweet undersong, we call it beautiful, and the writer may do what he likes in words or syntax.

There is wonderful meaning in the common every-day happenings, the little things that come up in the daily routine, which most of us lose sight of, and that is, the opportunity they give for character building, for mental training, for the object of all of life's endeavor — man-building and woman-building. Your name and face may never appear in the newspapers or magazines, but every day you have an opportunity to live a beautiful life, a helpful life.

...one's neuroses have possibilities of beauty.

Bless your eyes of bonny blue...

—So it is... you muse upon the time... when the brooks shall water your meadows, and come laughing down your pasture lands; —when the clouds shall shed their spring fragrance upon your lawns, and the daisies bless your paths.

Paradise — I see flowers from the cottage where I lie.

The most beautiful view is the one I share with you.

A woman is like mahogany — the older she is, the better she is.

Every flower must grow through dirt.

I guess if you take away the pain in life it means having no beauty to hope for.

There are some, however, that know the prejudice of mankind in favour of modest sincerity. The vendor of the beautifying fluid sells a lotion that repels pimples, washes away freckles, smooths the skin, and plumps the flesh; and yet, with a generous abhorrence of ostentation, confesses, that it will not restore the bloom of fifteen to a lady of fifty.

Admittedly, art is somewhat like spit. It does not repulse or even worry us while it is still inside of us, but once it exits our body, it becomes disgusting.

For as long as there are men and women, some things in life will best be done arm in arm, and strolling in a flower garden is one.