Quotes About Beauty

'Tis the last rose of summer,Left blooming alone;All her lovely companionsAre faded and gone.

Believe me, if all those endearing young charmsWhich I gaze on so fondly today,Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms,Like fairy gifts fading away,Thou would'st still be ador'd as this moment thou art,Let thy loveliness fade as it will,And around the dear ruin each wish of my heartWould entwine itself verdantly still.

Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her hand she bore.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.

It's important to be heroic, ambitious, productive, efficient, creative, and progressive, but these qualities don't necessarily nurture soul. The soul has different concerns, of equal value: downtime for reflection, conversation, and reverie; beauty that is captivating and pleasuring; relatedness to the environs and to people; and any animal's rhythm of rest and activity.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

When we relate to our bodies as having soul, we attend to their beauty, their poetry and their expressiveness. Our very habit of treating the body as a machine, whose muscles are like pulleys and its organs engines, forces its poetry underground, so that we experience the body as an instrument and see its poetics only in illness.

I have plenty of machinery around me; what I really need is a more enchanting world in which to live and work.

And what a city! The perfect geometric layout, the wide avenues and clean sidewalks, all the monuments bathes in celestial light. The contemps around me hav eno idea how long it will take to rebuild something like this. Do they see the beauty around them? Are they dizzy from the heights on this pinnacle their civilization is teetering upon? No--they troop along, necks crooked into their ancient phones like bent marionettes. Their right cheeks glow.

Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.

Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devourBrightness falls from the airQueens have died young and fairDust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must dieLord have mercy on us.

Brightness falls from the air;Queens have died young and fair;Dust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must die.Lord, have mercy on us!

Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye. I am sick, I must die. Strength stoops unto the grave, Worms feed on Hector brave; Swords may not fight with fate, Earth still holds open her gate. "Come, come!" the bells do cry. I am sick, I must die. 'A Litany in Time of Plague

O woman! lovely woman! Nature made theeTo temper man: we had been brutes without you;Angels are painted fair, to look like you.

Beauty is only skin deep.

THE WORD OF GOD IS THE CREATION WE BEHOLD:

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Human beings do choose to believe, but they make that choice only because divine grace opens otherwise blind eyes to see the beauty of the glory of Christ (2 Cor. 4:6).

Even in the early dusk, the immortal Chang'e cast her immutable splendor out over the bay in penetrating shafts of silver light, each broadening into a highway of dancing reflections leading back to the feet of the goddess herself.

Some things are little on the outside, and rough and common, but I remember the time when the dust of the streets were as pleasing as Gold to my infant eyes, and now they are more precious to the eye of reason.

The world is a mirror of infinite beauty, yet no man sees it. It is a Temple of Majesty, yet no man regards it. It is a region of Light and Peace, did not men disquiet it. It is the Paradise of God. It is more to man since he is fallen than it was before. It is the place

The world is indeed the beautiful frontispiece of eternity.

Perfect harmony with its environment, and perfect expression of its own inward nature are what constitute Beauty;

Beauty represents the supremest living quality of Thought.