Quotes About Beauty

Look to this day,For it is life, the very life of life.In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of your existencethe bliss of growth, the glory of action, the splendor of beauty.For yesterday is but a dreamAnd tomorrow is only a vision,But today well lived makesevery yesterday a dream of happinessand every tomorrow a vision of hope.Look well, therefore to this day,such is the salutation of the dawn.

Cicala to cicala is dear, and ant to ant,And kestrels dear to kestrels, but to me the Muse and song.

Die Jugend, auch in ihren Fehlern ist sie noch schön und liebenswürdig, und das Alter, auch in seinen Tugenden taugt es nicht viel.

Die Jugend, auch in ihren Fehlern ist sie noch schön und liebenswürdig, und das Alter, auch in seinen Tugenden taugt es nicht viel. (S.52)

She was] a strange butterfly which had flown across his garden and which his eyes had continued to follow long after it had disappeared from sight.

Even today [in the narrator's time], an ancient lime tree can be seen here at the edge of the river valley; in spite of its completely hollow trunk its huge crown still sways in the wind. Here at that time the handsome couple would often be seen standing by it, hand in hand, looking out over the wide river valley while the summer wind blew through their blond hair, and in the evenings too when the cry of the wild swans could be heard as they flew down onto the water in the starlight.

Even the loveliest dream bears like a blemish its difference from reality, the awareness that what it grants is mere illusion.

A landscape becomes uglier when an admirer disrupts it with the words 'how beautiful'.

Beauty today can have no other measure except the depth to which a work resolves contradictions. A work must cut through the contradictions and overcome them, not by covering them up, but by pursuing them.

there is no longer beauty or consolation except in the gaze falling on horror, withstanding it, and in unalleviated consciousness of negativity holding fast to the possibility of what is better.

The great artists were never those whose works embodied style in its least fractured, most perfect form but those who adopted style as a rigor to set against the chaotic expression of suffering, as a negative truth.

Beatrice closed her eyes and dreamed whatever flowers dream. Beatrice: That's very poetic, but they don't dream anything. Flowers have no cerebral cortex.

She drifted, feather-like, in tenuous radiance… Her gown, it seemed a thing made out of mist, As though the dewy air Had gathered in a cloud about her form To clothe a shape so fair That nothing coarser could adorn it than A layer of atmosphere.

I tried for a while to be an agricultural worker and was hopelessly bored. To me it was meaningless. I would stand around in heaps of manure and sings about the beauty of the work I wasn't doing.

A taste for kitsch among the well-to-do is a sign of spiritual impoverishment; but among the poor, it represents a striving for beauty, an aspiration without the likelihood of fulfilment.

Given the gulf between the excellence of Italian design, educated by the beauties of the past, and the unremitting tastelessness of British modernity, it is not a coincidence that Italy has one of the largest trading surpluses of any nation, while Britain has one of the largest deficits.

Art is the stored honey of the human soul.

She looked into her glass and saw a prettier Carrie than she had seen before; she looked into her mind, a mirror prepared of her own and the world's opinions, and saw a worse. Between these two images she wavered, hesitating which to believe.

The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.

The books that help you most are those which make you think the most. A great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.

gratitude is a nice touch of beauty added last of all to the countenance, giving a classic beauty, an angelic loveliness, to the character.

I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils,And her quick look, a sidelong pickerel smile.

What I love is near at hand,Always, in earth and air.

Now I adore my lifeWith the Bird, the abiding Leaf,With the Fish, the questing Snail,And the Eye altering all;And I dance with William BlakeFor love, for Love's sake.