Quotes About Beauty

Das Leben ist verrückt! Und ich finde das wunderbar. Wer das nicht merkt, verschläft das Schönste.

Und während ich dich so anschaute, entdeckte ich all die wunderbaren Unvollkommenheiten an dir, deren unzählbare Menge die Menschen insgesamt und dich im besonderen ebenso liebebedürftig wie liebenswert und so einzigartig machen.

Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer's evening; the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory.

His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg.

Each little princess had her own little plot of garden where she could dig and plant just as she liked. One made her flower-bed in the shape of a whale, another thought it nice to have hers like a little mermaid; but the youngest made hers quite round like the sun, and she would only have flowers of a rosy hue like its beams.

Continue ye merry notes! The evening is mild, the sea is calm and bright as any mirror.

In the middle of a garden grew a rose tree; it was full of roses, and in the loveliest of them all lived an elf. He was so tiny that no human eye could see him. He had a snug little room behind every petal of the rose. He was as well made and as perfect as any human child, and he had wings reaching from his shoulders to his feet. Oh, what a delicious scent there was in his room, and how lovely and transparent the walls were, for they were palest pink, rose petals.

Nothing gave her greater pleasure than to hear about the world of human beings up above; she made her old grandmother tell her all that she knew about ships and towns, people and animals. But above all it seemed strangely beautiful to her that up on the earth the flowers were scented, for they were not so at the bottom of the sea.

She was lying on a sofa, fast asleep. She was so very beautiful that the merchant's son was driven to kiss her. She woke up and was dreadfully frightened, but he said that he was a Prophet of the Turks and he had flown down through the air to see her, and this pleased her very much.

But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg.

Hans Christian Andersen

"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower."

Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

His own image… was no longer the reflection of a clumsy, dirty, gray bird, ugly and offensive. He himself was a swan! Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.

Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.

His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg.

Just living is not enough, said the Butterfly. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

oh, how beautiful life is! Intoxication, forget-fulness, to float along on the stream of forgetfulness, into the twilight, deep into the darkness where there is neither failure nor regret … good alcohol, I salute you.

Through a painting, we can see the whole world.

Todo termina y, ¿qué importa que termine un poco antes o un poco después puesto que de todos modos termina? Todo lo que termina es breve. ¿Y acaso será un mal el que la vida sea breve? No, porque la brevedad es la que la hace preciosa.

It is, finally, a word is untimely in three different senses, and bearing it as one's treasure will not win one anyone's favours one rather risks finding oneself outside everyone's camp... Beauty is the word that shall be our first.