Quotes About Beauty

o bien ocurría algo en que las gentes que caminan por la ciudad nunca se fijan: una estrella, más rápida que el pensamiento y más silenciosa que una lágrima, caía del firmamento

compuse un madrigal al negro humo de sus pestañas, al pálido gris de sus ojos inexpresivos, a las cinco pecas asímetricas de su nariz respingona, al vello rubio de sus miembros tostados; pero lo rompí y ahora no puedo recordarlo.

Sundaes cause acne.

O que me põe louco é a natureza dupla desta ninfeta - de todas as ninfetas, quiçá; esta mistura, na minha Lolita, de uma infantilidade terna e sonhadora com uma espécie de horripilante ordinarice, que provém das enfadonhas modelos fotográficas da publicidade e das revistas, com os seus narizinhos travessos...

the beastly and beautiful merged at one point, and it is that borderline I would like to fix

I wonder if during the course of these tragic notes, I have sufficiently stressed the sending quality of my striking, if perhaps somewhat brutal good looks". (Humbert in Lolita)

sex is but the ancilla of art

Art is a divine game.

sham idealists, [are] people who can somehow combine what they call the good and the beautiful with material things, such as a bureaucratic career, etc.

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be a greater one.

I would stare at the honest brightness of the gasoline paraphernalia against the splendid green of oaks or at a distant hill scrambling out — scarred but still untamed — from the wilderness of agriculture that was trying to swallow it.

Caress the details, the divine details. In high art and pure science detail is everything.

She had one of those tender complexions that after a good cry get all blurred and inflamed, and morbidly alluring

El sentido moral de los mortales es el precio que debemos pagar por nuestro sentido mortal de la belleza.

It may well be that the very attraction immaturity has for me lies not so much in the limpidity of pure young forbidden fairy child beauty as in the security of a situation where infinite perfections fill the gap between the little given and the great promised—the great rosegray never-to-be-had.

Para mí, una obra e ficción sólo existe en la medida en que me proporciona lo que llamaré lisa y llanamente placer estético, es decir, la sensación de que es algo, en algún lugar, relacionado con otros estados de ser en que el arte (curiosidad, ternura, bondad, éxtasis) es la norma.

Her painted eyelids were closed. A tear of no particular meaning gemmed the hard top of her cheek. Nobody could tell what went on in that little head. Waves of desire rippled there. — Vladimir Nabokov, The Original of Laura (Alfred A. Knopf, 2008)

She wore poetry.

It] may well be that the very attraction immaturity has for me lies not so much in the limpidity of pure young forbidden fairy child beauty as in the security of a situation where infinite perfections fill the gap between the little given and the great promised.

Anything that is not necessary to the painting damages it. Henri Matisse

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk. The rain makes running pools in the gutter. The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night– And I love the rain.

The spring is not so beautiful there– But dream ships sail away To where the spring is wondrous rare And life is gay. The spring is not so beautiful there– But lads put out to sea Who carry beauties in their hearts And dreams, like me.

Quiet Girl" I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams Were it not for your songs.

No," said Oceola simply. "This is mine. . . . Listen! . . . How sad and gay it is. Blue and happy -- laughing and crying. . . . How white like you and black like me. . . . How much like a man. . . . And how much like a woman. . . . Warm as Pete's mouth. . . . These are the blues. . . . I'm playing.