Quotes About Beauty

And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.

Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.

You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother.

Gloom and solemnity are entirely out of place in even the most rigorous study of an art originally intended to make glad the heart of man.

There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses--bound for dust--mortal--

Thank God we're not like America. Everyone wants to look like they're 20. In Europe we admire grown-up women; I think men revere older women.

My biggest satisfaction is always when I make something beautiful and well-done that I can see on a real man or woman - not only in the glossy magazines.

On the mountains there is freedom! The world is perfect everywhere, Save where man comes with his torment.

The vainest woman is never thoroughly conscious of her beauty till she is loved by the man who sets her own passion vibrating in return.

Without artists, the sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed.

Is the babe young? When I behold it, it seems more venerable than the oldest man.

Good poetry seems so simple and natural a thing that when we meet it we wonder that all men are not always poets. Poetry is nothing but healthy speech.

While men define themselves by deeds, women simply "are" beauty, grace, faith and goodness. Men tend to be rational and objective, women subjective, intuitive and emotional.

Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.

Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!

A man without ambition is like a beautiful worm - it can creep, but it cannot fly.

How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

Physical beauty is passing - a transitory possession - but beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit, tenderness of the heart - I have all these things - aren't taken away but grow! Increase with the years!

El mundo está lleno de libros. Algunos son hermosos. Algunos llegan a justificar la presencia del hombre sobre la tierra. Incluso los hay que son verdaderamente grandes, genuinamente libres, noblemente generosos. Amamos a estos libros. Nunca a las maniobras que se esconden tras ellos. Son hermosos sus mensajes. Nunca las pugnas a que se llegó para imponerlos.

A great ruff brushed his firm jaw; his supple prowl had become a conscious elegance, as though he had put on majesty as a whore puts on paint, as a mask and as a weapon.

He was wearing black, only the starched ruff relieving the deathliness of it—but the look on his face was amused, carefree, beauty and charm wiping out all the cruelty, his ruffled hair shining like floss against the horse's flank. He turned and saw me, and his eyes narrowed.

Domenico's smile was breathtakingly beautiful, but his devil's look blazed behind it.

Women are delicate creatures. Fragile. Gentle. Made by God to be sheltered from the harshness of this world.. Morgan MacDonnell