Quotes About Beauty

a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place—then fair to look upon, with not a trace of this

El señor Lorry conocía bastante el mundo para saber que ningún servicio es mejor que el hecho por amor, y que no está inspirado en ningún interés mercenario, y por esta razón sentía tal respeto por la señorita Pross, que la consideraba mucho más cerca de los ángeles que a muchas de las damas favorecidas por la belleza y el arte y que tenían grandes sumas depositadas en las cajas del Banco Tellson.

It was sufficiently late in the year for the orchards to be ruddy with ripe apples; and in a few places the hop-pickers were already at work. I thought it all extremely beautiful, and made up my mind to sleep among the hops that night: imagining some cheerful companionship in the long perspectives of poles, with the graceful leaves twining

It is the same with all these new countries and wonderful sights. They are very beautiful, and they astonish me, but I am not collected enough—not familiar enough with myself, if you can quite understand what I mean—to have all the pleasure in them that I might have. What I knew before them, blends with them, too, so curiously.

lights twinkled in little casements; which lights, as the casements darkened, and more stars came out, seemed to have shot up into the sky instead of having been extinguished

So Edith's mother lies unmentioned of her dear friends, who are deaf to the waves that are hoarse with repetition of their mystery, and blind to the dust that is piled upon the shore, and to the white arms that are beckoning, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away. But all goes on, as it was wont, upon the margin of the unknown sea; and Edith standing there alone, and listening to its waves, has dank weed cast up at her feet, to strew her path in life withal.

He stepped aside to the ledge where the vine leaves yet lay strewn about, collected two or three, and stood wiping his hands upon them, with his back to the light.

So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star.

She is like the morning," he said. "With that golden hair, those blue eyes, and that fresh bloom on her cheek, she is like the summer morning. The birds here will mistake her for it. We will not call such a lovely young creature as that, who is a joy to all mankind, an orphan. She is the child of the universe.

the air of inaccessibility which her beauty and her manner gave her, tormented me in the midst of my delight, and at the height of the assurance I felt that our patroness had chosen us for one another.

She is the prettiest and most engaging little fairy in the world.

There is nothing half so green that I know anywhere, as the grass of that churchyard; nothing half so shady as its trees; nothing half so quiet as its tombstones. The sheep are feeding there, when I kneel up, early in the morning, in my little bed in a closet within my mother's room, to look out at it; and I see the red light shining on the sun-dial, and think within myself, 'Is the sun-dial glad, I wonder, that it can tell the time again?

Oh, dear lady, why ar'n't those who claim to be God's own folks as gentle and as kind to us poor wretches as you, who having youth, and beauty, and all that they have lost, might be a little proud instead of so much humbler?

Molyok, legyek és más csúnya teremtmények a gyertyaláng körül röpdösnek – felelte Estella, és odapillantott. – Mit tehet a gyertya róla?

was a ward myself. I was not mad at that time," curtsying low and smiling between every little sentence. "I had youth and hope. I believe, beauty. It matters very little now. Neither of the three served or saved me. I have the honour to attend court regularly. With my documents. I expect a judgment. Shortly. On the Day of Judgment. I have discovered that the sixth seal mentioned in the Revelations is the Great Seal.

tanto se apasionan con sus errores estas hermosas adivinas.

on rock, in gravel, and alluvial mud, under the bright sky of

Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, Their beards of icicles and snow...

Maybe that's the way of things, too. That the more beautiful a thing is, the shorter it seems to last. People now less than flowers

Maybe that's the way of things, too. That the more beautiful a thing is, the shorter it seems to last. People no less than flowers.

Children must early learn the the beauty of generosity. They are taught to give what they prize most, that they may taste the happiness of giving.

How beautiful can life be? We hardly dare imagine it.

We have to appeal to what moves us: the love of our beautiful planet.

How much of the ugly does it take to substitute for a lack of the beautiful? How many adventure films does it take to compensate for a lack of adventure? How many superhero movies must one watch, to compensate for the atrophied expression of one's greatness? How much pornography to meet the need for intimacy? How much entertainment to substitute for missing play? It takes an infinite amount. That's good news for economic growth, but bad news for the planet.