Quotes About Beauty

A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.

An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,In blast-beruffled plume.

And meadow rivulets overflow,And drops on gate bars hang in a row,And rooks in families homeward go,And so do I.

Let me enjoy the earth no less Because the all-enacting Might Which fashioned forth its loveliness Had other aims than my delight.

I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was specter-gray,And Winter's dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.

When I set out for Lyonnesse,A hundred miles away,The rime was on the spray,And starlight lit my lonesomeness.

In fact, precisely at this transitional point of its nightly roll into darkness the great and particular glory of the Egdon waste began, and nobody could be said to understand the heath who had not been there at such a time. It could best be felt when it could not clearly be seen.

The beauty or ugliness of a character lay not only in its achievements, but in its aims and impulses; its true history lay, not among things done, but among things willed.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!

I'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

I hate the noon--give me the moon, And dewy nights in May or June.

The canker worm is at work within The fairest of her flowers.

They err, who seek in earth or air Similitudes for woman; Or in the sea, for nothing there Is half so good, or half so fair, Her worth is too uncommon, For us to find a simile In all the earth--the air--the sea.

Mathematics and Poetry are... the utterance of the same power of imagination, only that in the one case it is addressed to the head, in the other, to the heart.

One more unfortunate,Weary of breath,Rashly importunate,Gone to her death!Take her up tenderly,Lift her with care;Fashioned so slenderly,Young, and so fair!

How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!

Zen art makes one aware of the work of art itself.

Teach a child what is wise, that is morality. Teach him what is wise and beautiful, that is religion!

Tanizaki's subject requires the shadowy style in which he treats it

Wisdom I know is social. She seeks her fellows. But Beauty is jealous, and illy bears the presence of a rival.

True asceticism is not the rejection of the world, but the acceptance of everything that is good, beautiful, and true. It is learning how to use our faculties and the good things of this world as God's gifts rather than expressions of selfishness.

If our value system doesn't allow us to enjoy anything without putting a price on it, we miss a great part of the beauty of life. When we bring this value system into the domain of prayer, we can never enjoy God. As soon as we start enjoying Him, we have to reflect, "Oh boy, I'm enjoying God!" And as soon as we do that, we are taking a photograph of the experience. Every reflection is like a photograph of reality. It isn't our original experience; it is a commentary on it.