Quotes About Beauty

The sky was pure opal now.

Death is a great price to pay for a red rose", cried the Nightingale, and Life is very dear to all. " It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent oft he hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.

It's a vast mystery to me, like it is to most New Yorkers, how this ugly lovely town became my lovely ugly town, this gorgeous rubbish heap of a place, this city of the timeless Now, with little of the style of Paris, little of the beauty of Rome, little of the history of London, and not even much of the dear dirty dereliction of my hometown, Dublin. (from My First New York)

She was tall, exotic, so very young she seemed to flutter.

Puurheid in beweging.

I have come to think of our lives as the colors of that place- hers a piece of bog cotton, mine as black as the water found when men slash too deep in the soil with a shovel.

I will always wonder what it was, what that moment of beauty was, when he whispered it to me, when we found him smashed up in the hospital, what it was he was saying when he whispered into the dark that he had seen something he could not forget, a jumble of words, a man, a building, I could not quite make it out. I can only hope that in the last minute he was at peace.

To the seeing eye decay is as fair as growth, and death as life.

Me preguntas por qué compro arroz y flores? Compro arroz para vivir y flores para tener algo por lo que vivir.

Al cielo non chiedo altro che una casa piena di libri e un giardino pieno di fiori

I slept and dreamt life is beauty, I woke and found life is duty.

If there is righteousness in the heart, there will be beauty in the character. If there is beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the home. If there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nations. When there is order in the nations, there will peace in the world.

The noble-minded encourage what is beautiful in people and discourage what is ugly in them. Little people do just the opposite.

It didn't sound like a nightingale," Terence said. "Nightingales sing of summer 'in full-throated ease and pour their souls abroad in ecstasy.' This didn't sound like that. Listen.

No, no me gusta el trabajo. perezoso y pensar en las bellas cosas que pueden hacerse. No me gusta el trabajo, a ningún hombre le gusta, pero me gusta lo que hay en el trabajo, la ocasión de encontrarse a sí mismo. La propia realidad, eso que sólo uno conoce y no los demás, que ningún otro hombre pue de conocer. Ellos sólo pueden ver el espectáculo, y nunca pueden decir lo que realmente significa.

I have gazed so much on beauty that my eyes overflow with it.

Surely I am me. There must be a me more than the beauty of my face, there must be a something other than the delicacy of skin and the accidental lines of my jaw and cheekbone. What have men loved if it wasn't me? Can I ever find out who I am or what I am if I don't let beauty perish and live on in whatever flesh age gives me?

No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different.

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.