Quotes About Beauty

All the lovely ladies in their finery tonight I wish that I could know them one by one

I've known a boy. I've measured beauty. What more do I want?

We can see for ourselves how beautiful we both are.

the sun, which had been slipping into the far-off waterline of the horizon, took the last few degrees of its plunge and disappeared with tropical suddenness, leaving them only the fading blue of the sky.

Beautiful is old age—beautiful as the slow-dropping mellow autumn of a rich glorious summer. In the old man, Nature has fulfilled her work; she loads him with blessings; she fills him with the fruits of a well-spent life; and, surrounded by his children and his children's children, she rocks him softly away to a grave, to which he is followed with blessings. God forbid we should not call it beautiful.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away...

Great artists say that the most beautiful thing in the world is a baby. Well, the next is an old lady, for every wrinkle is a picture.

Age composes poems upon our faces — with more meaning and fewer rhymes every passing year

Old Father Time fox-trots across my golden locks!

Aging is closer to ashes — but also to stardust.

Age 29. Women. — It sometimes happens, that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost.

The flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.

I stood upon an ocean's short, And viewed the silent deep; While 'neath the brightly beaming stars All nature lay asleep. As 'lone I paced that pebbly strand, And thought of those above, An angel seem'd to whisper me,— There's nothing true but love.

Oh, how the strife and trouble of daily life receded from my view, and lessened in the distance... What voices spoke from out the thundering water; what faces, faded from the earth, looked out upon me from its gleaming depths; what Heavenly promise glistened in those angels' tears, the drops of many hues, that showered around, and twined themselves about the gorgeous arches which the changing rainbows made!

Well, the trip from then on across Arizona and east of Los Angeles was just one Oasis after another. You can just throw anything out and it will grow there. I like Arizona.

Isn't the Grand Canyon just gorges?

I now require this of all pictures, that they domesticate me, not that they dazzle me. Pictures must not be too picturesque. Nothing astonishes men so much as common-sense and plain dealing. All great actions have been simple, and all great pictures are.

Art holds fast when all else is lost.

Author unknown, c.1980s

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

The object of true art is to charm the imagintion...

What is abnormal in Life stands in normal relations to Art. It is the only thing in Life that stands in normal relations to Art. A subject that is beautiful in itself gives no suggestion to the artist. It lacks imperfection. The only thing that the artist cannot see is the obvious.

Picasso would give up cubism just to capture your curves.

My inspiration is art... because without art, we would just be stuck with reality.