Quotes About Beauty

Reply to Objection 3: The universe, the present creation being supposed, cannot be better, on account of the most beautiful order given to things by God; in which the good of the universe consists. For if any one thing were bettered, the proportion of order would be destroyed; as if one string were stretched more than it ought to be, the melody of the harp would be destroyed.

In her eyes a thought Grew sweeter and sweeter, deepening like the dawn, A mystical forewarning.

Or light or dark, or short or tall, she sets a spring to snare them all; all's one to her--above her fan, she'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.

Great thoughts in crude, unshapely verse set forth lose half their preciousness, and ever must, unless the diamond with its own rich dust be cut and polished, it seems little worth.

...And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.

Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays.... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms.

What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

Faith is the champion of grace, and love the nurse; but humility is the beauty of grace.

Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.

I can look a whole day with delight upon a handsome picture, though it be but of an horse.

Rough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless peddles

Nature is the art of God.

There is in those workes of nature, which seeme to puzle reason, something Divine, and that hath more in it then the eye of a common spectator doth discover.

Rough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless pebbles.

but the beauty of the youngest was so wonderful that the poverty of language is unable to express its due praise.

Then he struck her with a magic wand, and she was changed back into a young woman, the fairest ever seen.

But age became him as it did the oaks and the cedars.

A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy, the smile that accepts a lover before words are uttered, and the smile that lights on the first born babe, and assures it of a mother's love.

'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

My love-lies-bleeding.

And muse on nature with a poet's eye.

Rose-cheeked Laura, come;Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty'sSilent music, either otherSweetly gracing.

There is a garden in her faceWhere roses and white lilies grow;A heavenly paradise is that placeWherein all pleasant fruits do flow.There cherries grow which none may buy,Till "cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.

The magic of a face.