Quotes About Beauty

Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.

leaves — lovers of the gentle breeze trees — brothers of roots that weave soil — giver of life through earth sun — mother of golden light's birth

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers...

I have never seen a wildflower in all its beauty be ashamed of where it grows.

Nature's beautiful dancers — flowers, water, leaves Dancing to the music of a sweet gentle breeze...

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-d'Å"uvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

A bed without a quilt is like a sky without stars.

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these preachers of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

Sweet October, fill with praise, Rich and glowing as thy days, Every poet's heartfelt lays.

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.

October is fresh-faced April beautifully aged to wisdom.

October is a mighty month...

My favorite color is October.

Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul... but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.

Solitary converse with nature; for thence are ejaculated sweet and dreadful words never uttered in libraries. Ah! the spring days, the summer dawns, the October woods!

There are worlds in an opal.

Opal is the multi-gem.

Little Mary was visiting her grandmother in the country. Walking in the garden, she chanced to see a peacock, a bird she had never seen before. After gazing in silent admiration, she ran quickly into the house and cried out: "Oh, Granny, come and see! One of your chickens is in bloom."

Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in...

The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.

PHOTOGRAPH, n. A picture painted by the sun without instruction in art.

You don't need a camera all the time — the soul, heart, eyes, spirit, and all your other senses capture moments beautifully too.

You can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a person. And I had fallen in love with Tahiti before ever I had set foot in it.

The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes...