Quotes About Beauty

Me black and beautiful' was the first thing she taught me. Then she pointed to the policeman with the gun outside and taught me: 'He pig.

You couldn't listen to sweet songs about injustice unless you expected justice and received it much of the time. You couldn't sing songs about the end of the world unless-like the other people in that room, so beautiful with such simple things: African mats on the floor and African hangings on the wall and spears and masks-you felt that the world was going on and you were safe in it. How easy it was, in that room, to make those assumptions!

When you look in the mirror, it's usually to fix your hair or put on makeup. To examine your body searching for problem areas. We look at ourselves to see the flaw, not beauty. And we look at predictable times, in the morning, after using the bathroom, before bed. We hardly ever see ourselves when we aren't prepared for inspection. But only when you're unprepared can you see your true self, your true beauty.

Your look is visual currency.

Your closet should me you feel giddy, like you're surrounded by beauty. It should be your happy place, giving you a sense of safety and competence.

You have to love your body as a living organism, not hate it as a flawed decorative statue.

The grey hair, which has spoken of old age at once to writers and doctors, means to a painter not just grey hair, but a certain grey – perhaps a grey with silver lights and warm shadows, perhaps an opaque cold grey, but a grey as different from other greys as one chord in music is different from others.

If you loved the world the Creator had made for you, you did not shut out the blue heaven and its lights, or lie in foul air in a stuffy room, when in a bed outside you could smell the morning and watch its mother-of-pearl light softly touch the hills.

Las fuerzas destructoras, por poderosas que fueran, nunca podrían borrar la belleza de la vida.

Bach felt the beauty and sadness of the moment. These men who defied the power of the Russian heavy artillery, these coarse, hardened soldiers who were dispirited by their lack of ammunition and tormented by vermin and hunger had all understood at once that what they needed more than anything in the world was not bread, not bandages, not ammunition, but these tiny branches twined with useless tinsel, these orphanage toys.

Era hermosa porque era buena. La cogió de la mano. Ella se acostó a su lado y él sintió su calor, sintió su tierno pecho, los hombros, el cabello. Le parecía sentir todo aquello no despierto sino en sueños: despierto, nunca había sido feliz.

For a particular scene to enter into a person and become a part of their soul, it is evidently not enough that the scene be beautiful. The person also has to have something clear and beautiful present inside them.

Quando gli chiedevano perché si inerpicasse sulle macerie e cantasse a rischio della vita, Zubarev si limitava ad allargare le braccia. Forse voleva dimostrare non solo a se stesso e ai suoi compagni, ma anche al nemico, che chi distrugge deve comunque arrendersi di fronte alla bellezza della vita anche là dove il lezzo di cadavere ristagna giorno e notte.

Beautiful. Autumn-raw. She must be a witch of some kind

To make yourself beautiful you oiled your body with honey, enchanting the bees.

We danced our youth in a dreamed of city, Venice, paradise, proud and pretty, We lived for love and lust and beauty, Pleasure then our only duty. Floating them twixt heaven and Earth And drank on plenties blessed mirth We thought ourselves eternal then, Our glory sealed by God's own pen. But paradise, we found is always frail, Against man's fear will always fail.

Estás perdido Altazor Solo en medio del universo Solo como una nota que florece en las alturas del vacío No hay bien no hay mal ni verdad ni orden ni belleza ¿En dónde estás Altazor?

What makes night within us may leave stars.

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.

The beautiful is as useful as the useful. He added after a moment's silence, Perhaps more so.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.

Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.

To love beauty is to see light.