Quotes About Beauty

A horse is poetry in motion.

A human life the treasure of the world cannot buy; nor can it redeem one which is misspent; nor can it make full and complete and beautiful a life which is dwarfed and warped and ugly.

He was remarkably susceptible to music. It was like strong drink, firing him to audacities of feeling, - a drug that laid hold of his imagination and went cloud-soaring through the sky. It banished sordid fact, flooded his mind with beauty, loosed romance and to its heels added wings.

non bisogna essere schiavi che della bellezza. La serva e mandi al diavolo la folla imbecille. Il successo!

All life likes power, and Beauty Smith was no exception. Denied the expression of power amongst his own kind, he fell back upon the lesser creatures and there vindicated the life that was in him. But Beauty Smith had not created himself, and no blame was to be attached to him. He had come into the world with a twisted body and a brute intelligence. This had constituted the clay of him, and it had not been kindly moulded by the world.

Aveva amato la poesia perché gli interessava la bellezza; ma da quando l'aveva incontrata gli si erano spalancate le porte sui territori sconfinati della poesia d'amore.

Sus pies son hermosos, sus ojos radiantes, sus brazos y sus pechos son el paraìso, su encanto supera todas las maravillas que jamàs hayan deslumbrado al hombre; y, del mismo modo que el imàn arrastra inevitablemente al metal, la mujer arrastra inevitablemente a los hombres.

Back to your ships and your sea—that's my advice to you, Martin Eden. What do you want in these sick and rotten cities of men? You are cutting your throat every day you waste in them trying to prostitute beauty to the needs of magazinedom.

The world is a place of marvels

T'sais mounted her horse and set out for Earth, seeking love and beauty.

What is an evil man? The man is evil who coerces obedience to his private ends, destroys beauty, produces pain, extinguishes life. It must be remembered that killing evil men is not equivalent to expunging evil, which is a relationship between a situation and an individual. A poisonous spore will grow only in a nutrient soil.

But still — there's always excitement The star gleams, you notice a circlet of planets, you ask yourself, will it be now? And time after time: the smoke and ammonia, the weird crystals, the winds of monoxide, the rains of acid. But you go on and on and on. Perhaps in the region ahead the elements coalesce into nobler forms. Of course it's the same slime and black trap and methane snow. And then suddenly: there it is. Utter beauty Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Ripeness and amplitude were the first and most essential ingredients of true comeliness. Men liked to grasp something substantial when in a mood to do so: this was Queen Sollace's experience.

LOCAL ORDINANCES STRICTLY ENFORCED. OBSTREPERY FORBIDDEN. WINKLERS AND SKATIFINCHES BE WARNED! ALL ATTEMPTS AT INSEMINATION MUST BE LICENSED. DANCERS ARE ENJOINED TO GRACE AND DIGNITY; THESE TRAITS ARE APPROVED, SINCE THEY CONTRIBUTE TO THE BEAUTY OF THE DANCE.

You cannot love the girl without being conscious of the fact that she has yellow hair, you cannot see the world without the intervention of the physical senses.

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

I seek words of such surpassing beauty that they might melt the hardest heart of stone.

Greet the sky and live, blossom!... Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gold, they come to dwell inside the palace of eternity.

In the general course of things, when beauty passes, the flower bows its head upon the stem and fails. Sometimes, though, when the petals droop, a framework of tempered steel is revealed within.

Poetry glories in excess. When it's not extolling the virtues of austerity.

She was oh, so very beautiful to me, and her strength and courage and daring vulnerability only made her the more so.

I had grown to love the very city in all its decrepit grandeur. I had walked every inch of it by now. I knew it in the soles of my feet, in the sturdy muscles of my calves. Surely the finding mattered more than the losing.

Beauty inspires love; so it is said, in Terre d'Ange. Was it done that we might find this world worthy of loving?

You were the most desirable woman I've ever seen, and I resented you for it. Foolish, but true.