Quotes About Beauty

The dove, as it flies in the sun, seems simply to sparkle like silver, but only one who has been able to wait at length to discover its hidden face will see its true gold or, rather, the color of a shining orange.

Adiós muñeca, ha sido muy hermoso, pero eras un autómata sin alma.

Omnia mundi creatura quasi liber et pictura nobis est in speculum.

El saber no es como la moneda, que se mantiene físicamente intacta incluso a través de los intercambios más infames; se parece más bien a un traje de gran hermosura, que el uso y la ostentación van desgastando.

How great, I said to myself then, repeating the words of Vincent Belovacensis, the humblest beauty of this world, and how pleasing to the eye of reason the consideration of not only the modes and numbers and orders of things, so decorously established for the whole universe, but also the cycle of times that constantly unravel through successions and lapses, marked by the death of what has been born.

I believe that over the centuries the experience of beauty has always been similar to the way we feel, as if seen from the back, when we are in the presence of something we are not a part of and do not wish to become a part of at any cost. In that distance lies the slender thread that separates the experience of beauty from other forms of passion.

And he answered that the beauty of the cosmos derives not only from unity in variety, but also from variety in unity.

Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn;

Çünkü güzelliÄŸi yaratan, üç ÅŸeyin uyumudur: her ÅŸeyden önce, bütünlük ya da yetkinlik - bu yüzden yetkin olmayan ÅŸeylere çirkin deriz; sonra gerekli orant? ya da uyum; son olarak da ayd?nl?k ve ???k; gerçekten de rengi aç?k seçik olan nesnelere güzel deriz.

the beauty of the cosmos derives not only from unity in variety, but also from variety in unity.

For three things concur in creating beauty: first of all integrity or perfection, and for this reason we consider ugly all incomplete things; then proper proportion or consonance; and finally clarity and light, and in fact we call beautiful those things of definite color.

I perceive that they are good and beautiful, that they exist according to their own rules of proportion, that they differ in genus and species from all other genera and species, that they are defined by their own number, that they are true to their order, that they seek their specific place according to their weight.

Sport, in the sense of a situation in which one person, with no financial incentive, and employing his own body directly, performs physical exercises in which he exerts his muscles, causes his blood to circulate and his lungs to work to their fullest capacity: Sport, as I was saying, is something very beautiful, at least as beautiful as sex, philosophical reflection, and pitching pennies.

In the past men were handsome and great (now they are children and dwarfs), but this is merely one of the many facts that demonstrate the disaster of an aging world.

How beautiful the world is, and how ugly labyrinths are, I said, relieved. How beautiful the world would be if there were a procedure for moving through labyrinths, my master replied.

The monkish vows keep us far from that sink of vice that is the female body, but often they bring us close to other errors. Can I finally hide from myself the fact that even today my old age is still stirred by the noonday demon when my eyes, in choir, happen to linger on the beardless face of a novice, pure and fresh as a maiden's?

Qué hermoso era el espectáculo de la naturaleza aún no tocada por el saber, a menudo perverso, del hombre! Vi

Lanny, climbing the hill, carried a thought which by now had become his familiar companion: Why, oh, why did men have to make their lives so ugly? What evil spell was upon them that they wrangled and scolded, hated and feared? He

Lanny enjoyed this season of mist and mellow fruitfulness, and observed with the eyes of an art connoisseur the thatched cottages and moldy-looking roofs, the hedges, the winding roads

They were told about the house, which had been designed by the man whom advanced and art-loving Americans considered the greatest architect of the time; the roof was so built that water didn't always run off it, and the chimneys smoked, and the kitchen was inconveniently placed—but it was one of the most original and beautiful of designs, and everybody wanted to come and see it.

Laurel listened, too, and now and then stole glances at the rapt faces about her; so she learned what was in the hearts of the ill-clad and hungry people whom she had been watching on the streets of this war-torn city. They wanted beauty, they wanted love, they wanted the fire of the spirit, the dreams and the glory—all the gifts which Hansi Robin had been laboring for thirty years to put into his music.

Germany did really feed her children, and care for her aged, and build decent homes for the workers, all of which practices Beauty praised ardently—never dreaming that they had anything to do with the dreaded Socialism.

Today, girls,' said Miss Renshaw, 'we shall go out into the beautiful Gardens and think about death.

I had never heard Ellery laugh before, not out loud. I loved the sound, it filled me up. It tinkled like a magic bird.