Quotes About Beauty

Art is art, even when unsuccessful.

Art is the triumph over chaos.

If one looks closely enough, one can see angels in every piece of art.

Art is never didactic, does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.

If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until it gets so ugly you can hardly bear to look at it. A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

You can't get overwhelmed by the thought of all the weeds if there are flowers in your soul.

If your storm has lightning and rainbows — Be glad, be glad.

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.

Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze...

[T]here is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky...

...the world reveals itself in its true dimensions in the Autumn...

You will find the blue hills... with the autumnal shadows silently sleeping on them, and there will be a glory lingering round the day, so you'll know autumn has been here; and the setting sun will tell you...

"I'm dreading fall. It is a terrifying season," he says... "Everything shriveling up and dying." I don't know how to answer. Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale. I've never thought to be frightened of it.

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day! Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the autumn tree...

We are having such lovely weather — the air is sweet and still — now and then a gay leaf falling... a thousand little painters are tingeing hill and dale... autumn is most beautiful...

Autumn is Spring turned antique.

in the wheel of Earth's years we watch as Autumn's clock tick-tocks in tiny goldenrod September petal'd seconds frosty trees bleed scarlet hours through veins of October leaves amber minutes wither and fall drifting in November's breeze and the silent strike of midwinter turns December's snowflake gears

The edge of autumn frosts with winter's chilled breath.

Autumn leaves blaze their swan song of colors and wait for Winter to wipe the slate clean.

...autumn winds shaking color from the trees...

Autumn leaves Poets breathless

We want it to stay, but autumn always leaves. Beautifully.

No churlish moralist ever uttered a falser maxim than that "Beauty is but skin deep." Why Beauty is so deep that nobody has ever got to the bottom of it.

If you feel beautiful, then you are. Even if you don't, you still are.