Quotes About Beauty

He that loves a rosy cheek,Or a coral lip admires,Or, from starlike eyes, doth seekFuel to maintain his fires;As old Time makes these decay,So his flames must waste away.

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,When June is past, the fading rose;For in your beauty's orient deepThese flowers, as in their causes, sleep.

Little dew-drops of celestial melody.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.

The old cathedrals are good, but the great blue dome that hangs over everything is better.

To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes.

Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with

If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music.

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The eternal stars shine out again, so soon as it is dark enough.

All God's works are still in a sense symbols of God. Do we not, as I urged, still account it a merit to recognize a certain inexhaustible significance, "poetic beauty" as we name it, in all natural objects whatsoever?

We called Dante the melodious Priest of Middle-Age Catholicism. May we not call Shakespeare the still more melodious Priest of a true Catholicism, the 'Universal Church' of the Future and of all times? No narrow superstition, harsh asceticism, intolerance, fanatical fierceness or perversion: a Revelation, so far as it goes, that such a thousandfold hidden beauty and divineness dwells in all Nature; which let all men worship as they can!

How lovely are the portals of the night, When stars come out to watch the daylight die.

Those scenes of solitude from which the hand of nature have never been lifted, affect the mind with a more deep-toned emotion than aught which the hand of man has touched. Amid them the consequent associations are of God the Creator, they are His undefiled works; and the mind is cast into contemplation of eternal things.

What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress Imagine that you are a Masterpiece unfolding, every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath.

Flowers that are so pathetic in their beauty, frail as the clouds, and in their coloring as gorgeous as the heavens, had through thousands of years been the heritage of children - honored as the jewelry of God....

And when I was told insultingly to cease 'my girlish tears,' that word 'girlish' had no sting for me, except as a verbal echo to the one eternal thought of my heart - that a girl was the sweetest thing I, in my short life, had known - that a girl it was who had crowned the earth with beauty, and had opened to my thirst fountains of pure celestial love, from which, in this world, I was to drink no more.

All glories of flesh vanish, and this, the glory of infantine beauty seen in the mirror of memory, soonest of all.

Honest labor bears a lovely face.

A mask of gold hides all deformities.

The acute experience of great beauty readily evokes a nameless yearning for something more than earth can offer. Elegant splendor reawakens our spirit's aching need for the infinite, a hunger for more than matter can provide.

Wonder at reality demands the humility to sit at the foot of a dandelion. The proud are so full of themselves that there is little room to marvel at anything else.

Beauty is necessarily shrouded in mystery--which is part of its splendour.

You can recognize truth by its beauty and simplicity." —Richard Feynman, Nobel laureate in physics