Quotes About Beauty

A handsome shoe often pinches the foot.

One should either be a work of Art, or wear a work of Art.

I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills...

He'd lie in fields, And through his fingers watch the changing clouds, Those playful fancies of the mighty sky.

Clouds: Clusters of fluted sea-shells, Coral fringed, pearl centered; The glory of the setting sun caught in their fragile rims. Above clear-cut cliffs of alabaster whiteness Is the pale globe of the full moon; The changing clouds are bits of silvered fluff Adrift in a sea of intense blue.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.

Have you ever seen anything more beautiful... than huge wandering clouds marbled in every subtle shade of gray bordered with light and hope shifting and swirling every moment in a slow dance with the winds?

...the music of pure white clouds fills the sky with sun-lined notes drifting into beauty so vast the blue never ends...

Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.

Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty.

Purple is the soul-lifter Red, the flame of passion Yellow, the light of warmth Green, vibrant stem of life Pink, a whisper of beauty Orange beckons, take a chance Blue is the sea tide in us all

In fact, why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing?

My skin is kind of sort of brownish Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, But I'm told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, But it's silver when it's wet. And all the colors I am inside Have not been invented yet.

A critic would sacrifice the entire rose to find fault with the thorn.

He dances like an Angel.

I care not a job about the technology of the art of dancing... All that concerns me is how beautifully or how expressively a dancer can dance...

Dance is a delicate balance between perfection and beauty.

A millennium without air or light pollution made for pitch-black skies. The stars didn't just appear anymore. They exploded. Diamonds on black velvet. You couldn't tear your eyes away.

Dying ain't pretty. Death is beautiful.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I shall be in them.

life blooms right through death and they beautify each other

Why do the loveliest of earth The soonest pass away,— Like radiant flowers of summer birth, earliest to decay? They come, like angel forms, to bless Our visions for a while; They make our daily burden less, And half our tears beguile. They grow so deeply in our hearts, We make them idols there; Till God, in love, asunder parts, The ties which bind them here.

The whole heaven is full of little cherub faces.

My favorite color… the seam of a desert horizon.